Marisol, Chopin, & Bukowski

Chopin came first,
His piano dark, moody
The “Poet” composer,
I slept to his notes.
Bukowski came later,
His words raw and real,
Poetry from the fringe,
Bukowski is inspired
by Alcohol and Chopin,
As am I.

~ Sometimes silence eats you with cannibal thoughts of the mind ~

~ I saw the Earth rotate, looking down on a windshield. Flotsam and jetsam under a cloudy sky. Could I be standing over the abyss? ~

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