I'm not Bukowski.

I'm not Bukowski.

I can drink every day,

I can drink all day,

I can smoke my lungs out...

But I'm not Bukowski

I'm not a genius,

I don't write every day.

I cannot sit in front of the machine 3 hours everyday

Shit, I'm not Bukowski.

Women came in to early

Reporters never came,

Nor early, nor late,

They just never came.

But I'm like Bukowski,

I also had an abusive father,

I also was hit since I can remember…

But I'm not a genius.

I cannot write a novel in three months

Because I think novels are shit,

I think Pulp, Women and all his novels are shit...

I'm not Bukowski.

Yet again, I don't have a "blue bird"

But I was "born into this"

Into sleepless nights

Into endless sorrow.

I was a Goth,

I was a punk

I was not Bukowski.

I could have cried all day,

I could have cried all night,

I could have lost my mom,

But I was never Hank.

Nailo Gottblut.

08/09/14