Bukowski,
I didn't like you at first
nothing you wrote stuck out to me
or tugged
anywhere in my body

But ****** if it wasn't so
you got me when I was truly alone
and now your book of poems
"you get so alone at times that it just makes sense"
is starting to make perfect sense

Sure enough,
you *******,
you are right
and
we
are
all
alone.

I've been in a haze
for a couple of days
(longer)
I stumble into bed
fall in and out of sleep
and wake up to
messages from you

and you've been in my dreams
(and I've been dreaming)
and I'm starting to feel
real good
about you and I

and I will never tire
  of our
    2:30 a.m.
   conversations

I don't go to church
and I don't know if I believe in the things
that go on in church,
but I do know
that when I
randomly
happen to hear
those
church bells
on Sundays
I
feel
alive

and maybe
it is in
those
moments
that I realize
what church is
supposed to
make you feel.

I
have this
friend,

she will
tell you
nothing
but
the
truth
(which
is too
truthful,
most of the time)

she is
the
type
to know
the code to
the printer,
and will
print off
75
pages
just
because
she can

she is
the
type
who can
make up a
story to
get out
of
anything,
and she
will,
too

and scarily
enough,
I feel
safe
when I'm
around her

and I
find myself
wishing
sometimes
I was
more like
her

and
when she
is not
around,
I'm wondering
who she
is
tantalizing
now

it's probably
some old
*****
who is
just as
uninterested
as she is,
but
he wears
expensive
glasses
and a
fancy necktie
and
this fills
her
void

and yet,
somewhere
in my mind
I know
my friend
will
not
get away
with living
her whole
life
this
way

someday it ends
and
then
what

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes it's all too much
The beauty of holding on to the world
Leaves me feeling out of touch

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes it's not enough
It's like the waves just keep crashing in
Beating you down so rough

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes I think I never will
But then I remember the sun
And how it's you, gleaming up over that hill

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes I know that it will be okay
It's usually when I look at you
And remember that these are just days

Just days passing by
No reason to get caught up
We can all take it
It will never be too much
and it will always
be
enough

You
eat
your omelette
like it
will be
your
last
one

You
remove it from
your
fork
with only your
teeth
(loud, metal
clashing
bone)
into your
mouth
much
like a
barbarian, ******
off at
the
world

You eat as
if to
send that
protein
right
where it
needs to be
in order
for you to be
strong
enough
to leave a
mark
on
your next victim

But
alas!,
you are just
a young
girl
and no
amount of
forceful,
angsty eating
will
change
that

Let's see…

There's one who likes to smoke
Just as much as me
Curly brown hair he wears
And quite the beard has he

Theres one who likes to ride bikes
Just like I do
He's small, he's sharp, and a handsome one
But something doesn't do

There's one who dresses like I dress
And likes to read, too
That makes for quite the man, you know
You should see his blue suade shoes

There's one who says few words
Similar to I
He looks, and smiles, and when he laughs,
God I want to cry!

There's one who says too many words
He's a mess, a know it all
But something in the way he moves-
Stop!-
Why must I think of him at all

There's one who likes to climb mountains
And look off in the distance
Some might say he lives like me
To create a beautiful existence

There's one who is scared to dive in
To a world he doesn't know
I want to hold him, tell him it's okay
Being scared is how you grow

There's too many options,
And there will only be more to come
So how am I supposed to choose
Out of six billion, just one?