Unpublished
I’ve never read Bukowski I never cared for Shelley I never gave a hoot for the beat poet revolution, I’m me and I needed to suss that out, the rest is literature dysentery, it’s a cliché romance, an obtuse prosaic metaphor, I don’t write for the readers to guess, I write to confess all the shit I can’t say in person and that’s the reason I’ll remain Unpublished
