A rather ordinary life

I live a rather ordinary life Bukowski on the other hand lived the extraordinary life I must not have had enough women slip through my fingers nor drank enough wine one cannot complain and say he wants a better life for I am not motivated to create anything different only one regret I didn't drink …

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Clay

there is a marker on the spot I will lie dust molded in new clay by old and young hands I will be a future potted plant you may be made into someone's coffee cup. I remember I loved working with clay as a child the feel of it squeezed and oozing between my tiny …