my liver aches worse than your broken heart & I will always be one shot of vodka away from you Brian Fuge...

Holding his hat And ash plant stick Twisting words Around the bush It was with Great gasps of want That the devil tipped His drink to...

Help me through the valley low below its bounds, not tree or mountain, but bars hard before me, not jail, the other kind neon signs fl...

drank everything away,  no reason to call the doctor, took care of all my problems  when i handed the devil the gun in my dreams...

I spent days in the streets of the city and nights sleeping on a bench in Longfellow Park (some fucking poet he must have been) and wok...

bukowski sat next to brautigan in ginos bar said hey fucker you know when the words go you got nothing no pussy unless you buy i...

EE Cummings O K Wilmot was a prick Lord Byron liked to Take it out & put it Into shift But me  I've Had my fill of win...