That’s why I wrote
that stuff. So the worst
people in 2012 could
blog about
how much they relate to me. I wanted
young graphic designers
to glamorize the ramblings
of a drunk,
lonely
60-some-year-old guy in Little Armenia.
That’s why I wrote
thousands of
these “it’s almost like he’s not writing poetry, but talking about his day with a bunch of line breaks” poems.
So people who don’t like
poetry
can pretend to
be deep
when they get drunk
on beer
in their apartments alone.
—
The drunk ghost of Charles Bukowski
(Inspired by Bley’s Post)
