Trying To Conjure The Ghost

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She said I was, “trying to conjure the ghost of Bukowski”
I told her there was better writers to admire
I’m not in college anymore
Drinking & degrading women won’t light my fire


I’m looking for inspiration to ignite my soul
A need to be revolutionized from the daily grind
Normalcy & the mundane will kill my spirit
I’m pushing forward to nurture & excite this weary mind

I Fell Out Of Jerry’s Beard

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I fell out of Jerry’s beard
That trip was critical & weird
Pushin’ the limit in this life
Don’t confuse me with strife
Keep your learned looks
I’ll steal a trove of books
Answers come when they please
Send me back to sail the seas
I’ll dry off at the Westward Ho!
For it is still all who you know

Low Evenings Persistently Intrude

Low evenings persistently intrude

Fancy parties & sensitive souls

Facades draped in lush decor

Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full

Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances

Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels

Witnessing dancers locked in solitude

Push away the day

We don’t need another slow reveal