jose marti once said: "I am a sincere man, from the land of palm trees, and before I die, I wish to bare my soul of these verses..." so, it was in such a spirit that i went and blogged some old bukowski-inspired poems (yes, it was also in the "i don't give a fuck" spirit of the beat-niks)... some of them are good, some are truly shit-- i bet you can't tell which is which, and really it doesn't matter, as long as they make you scratch your head like the dressed-up monkies we all are... jose marti also said: "In the benevolence of men's souls I find the root of my affection for their suffering, and my just desire to eliminate it." Just thought I'd leave you with something worth hearing... cheers, amigos
