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.


Barfly and Bukowski And People


Marisol, Mozart and Bukowski

So dark the night is

A luxury

Why does this Disease

Of my minds

Take my sleep?

I smile



Another madman

He adores My Mozart

If I was wise

The stars on the wall

Would mean something

B.J.H. 10 ~02~011

3:43 am