December 2011
6 posts
poem for barbara, poem for jane, poem for frances,... →
henrycharlesbukowski:
the fish ate the flower and the tombs whistled Dixie
as you told me you didn’t care anymore old men in the pawnshops of the world looked around and killed themselves in my mind when you said you didn’t care anymore
the day I saw you with your new lover you and your new lover walking down my…
Waxahatchee- Grass Stain
“And i’ll fish for compliments.
And i’ll drink until i’m happy.
And i’ll wonder what you’re doing,
But i won’t call.”