something personal...

[docmartin]

After a lifelong search I found you
Bukowski, old alcoholic.
You sit there quite comfortable,
You know.
You’re dead, you know.
Quite an advantage, you know?

I ask myself,
Who’ll create a facebook
Account for me,
After I’ll be dead?

I think we’ll never make it
To your kind of writing
I really miss the clicking sound of your old typewriter,
King Charles…