Carl A.I.

Rookie (08/11/1980 / Los Angeles, California)

Bukowski's Wine - Poem by Carl A.I.

I just killed off a bottle of wine
found bukowski at the bottom
poetry makes love to you
like an expensive hooker
it is the truest love you can find.
Love is wild in bed.
Just wait, you will figure it out.
Poetry and love.
Love poetry.
They both kill you just as quickly
if you don't figure them out.
I'm dying fast.
I just killed a bottle of wine
found bukowski at the bottom.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2004

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