Lou Rasmus ❤
It’s all sweat in the morning.
It’s coffee,
and burnt toast,
and then the same worries
that I always have.
It has something to do
with the start of a new day,
I think,
because each day seems like
it could be my last day.
Each day feels like it could be
the day that I crash my car
on the way to work,
or choke on a bite of food,
or find out that it’s actually cancer
that has been fucking
with my mood.
It’s always just a bunch of
irrational fears
that appear real
until the night comes.
And then I feel fine.
Then I know that I’ve made it
through another day,
and all I have to do is
drink
and smoke
and fuck
until I fall asleep,
and I
almost
sort of
barely
stop sweating.
I read it great work. ☺
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Lou rocks. Called him Bukowski.
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For real, though!
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thank you all for the nice words. and thank you again, Kindra, for sharing
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You’re welcome. Those nice words are very well deserved. The first time I read you, I was like, “Well what the fuck?!” Love at first read.
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haha i wouldn’t want you to think anything else
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He’s a gem, lol
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I was just there, read it, loved it. Lou has a great writing style.
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He’s a cool dude, for sure. I’m heading over to you next! ❤
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I left the door open…lol.
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Thank you! 🙂
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lol! Always welcome here.
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Too bad I can’t bring an apple pie, or something else that’s nice to eat!
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Ha! Yeah, where’s the pie?
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