I’ve heard those two words to often. Or maybe the common variation. Describe yourself. And i’ve always seemed to leave it blank. Cause what the fuck? I don’t know myself. And how am i expected to be able to describe myself in a paragraph, so how about this for a change, a quick poem of my most recent adventure.
I’ve just stared at myself in the mirror
black ebony hair
and great poet might say
but i say its to dark
and messy
and long
or big brown
eyes lost in a dream
a great poet might be able to say
but i see
simple shit colored eyes
like every one else got
its not that unique to tell you the truth
and a crooked dimple smile
and artist might say
but i see it broken
and my chin
is not defined
and i look more goofy
than sexually appealing
and maybe a great poet could say
that im unique
especially the way
i try write words
and that meant to mean something
but i think
im just lost
in a blue
phase
with a drink in my right hand
and smashed red box back home
waiting for me with a single white cig
inside
and a problem
with a petty broad
i cant stop but stare at
and lose all ability to say
something clever or witty
and just end up smiling
and think
i got to go to church more often
to pick up a nice girl
of all things
after looking in all the wrong places
like bars
and loud clubs
all over the world
i drink
i smoke
i write
and i dont fuck often
but thats another story
or really long drunk poem
so read one
of my other works
and realize
that i
am what i write
so choose the god damn picture
of a beaten
Bukowski
and read another
excerpt from
my first book
hopefully called
my problems with girls:
a collection of short sober stories
and long love drunk poem
that is all
for tonight
