There was no index

It’s been 3 days

mostly on the shitter

and I’ve still not found

that Bukowki poem

I read from his latest

unpublished stuff

titled – “Competition”.


Just not lucky I guess.


It’s like life.

There are no signs.

You think you got everything

lined up in a row, organized

until you try to do

the same thing twice

‘nd realize you kant

‘cuz┬áthere are no directions

for the recipe

you’ve been baking

‘nd thank god for that.


We all have to stumble.

That’s how we learn how to fall.


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