I posted another ****** poem in haste
Because when everyone
                                           f
                                           a
                                           l
                                           l
                                           s
                                             asleep
I am left alone thinking of
                      THE GREAT SLEEP
And I needed someone to tell
And I needed someone to feel the hurt
Like I did

But it was a ****** poem
So it sat, unread as me
and I read Bukowski's work
Because I needed someone to feel the hurt
As the sheets itched and my eyes stung
So I leeched off his rotted heartache