bukowski

stupid people don't get
educated

he laughed at me

from the corner of his cheek
dripping with nacho cheese-

it's almost the end of the month
it's the beginning of next week

and rent is due too soon

so you sit there, in your green seat,
an orange chair, cushioned
and creaky

drinking coffee
and learning

about quantum mechanics
and string theory- nothing;

I'm looking forward to
inebriated Bukowski
bedtime stories
and dreaming

with eyes wide
open

of a key

to let me
into an alternate form
of reality or

the other side of lonely