Oh Bukowski,
It's nights like these,
that I look to you for inspiration.
When I don't think I can write,
anything worth reading,
or anything with meaning.
Oh Bukowski,
save me from the drink,
and the stress of writing.
When I don't have ideas,
I usually sit around reading Plath,
and Ginsberg,
but always finish with a Bukowski.
When I can't write,
I look to your poems,
Mr. Bukowski,
for that little teaching spark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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