THEN THERE WERE THREE




distinctive array with 
difficulty growing a purpose.
and with purpose grown,
difficult holding purpose down.

keeping purpose in it's place
without purpose tearing 
all around down;
causing hardship for all
this bummed out little town.


Charles Bukowski said it best.
then he died, and no one since
has said it any better than
how Bukowski said it,
and probably never will.
Bukowski had that special gift; just saying. 


if our  writing is not real,
our words will blow away
with first honest breath
to blow across our troubled ways.





Comments

Popular posts from this blog

MOTIVATION

AROUND