Poetry Month was Last Month, but I still have Bukowski on the brain.

This is for Katie. Since I can't get Bukowski out of my head. Now I am going to write poetry just like him.

Good news I got the book I wanted from the library. Post Office. But I've finished reading it already.

Here is my attempt at e-stalking Hailey Duff.

Straight from the horse's mouth.

Dear Hillary

I think you should read Charles Bukowski. He is a great American writer. I think you must have a crazy, but so interesting life. If you could capture it in realistic simple prose like him. It would be a document for celebrity in the modern world. Do you have the talent for that? I don't know. But you are self-consciousness. That is evident by your blog. I'd be fascinated by the minutia of your life as we all would be.

Yours Truly

Romius T.

And her reply went like this:

My name is Haylie. But thanks for the words of advice, I'll take them into consideration. :)

Here is what Hailey thinks of people stealing her picture. I think she took my advice and finally started writing poetry.

Haliey's Poetry.

Using someone else's

picture

and pretending to be them

is Identiy Theft.

You can be caught

and prosecuted

by the law for it

by tracing your

computer's IP address

back to you

SO THINKING OF STEALING SOMEONES PICTURES?

THINK AGAIN.

My second contribution to this week in National Poetry Month. 1 month too late.

What I am doing.

I walk into the kitchen

open the freezer

and pull out

two Circle K bags

that are wrapped around

a bag of ice

I plunge my hands

in

and grab what's left

of the ice

and throw it my

32 ounce tumbler

and shut the

door

then I open the

fridge

and pull out

a bottle

of RC

cola

and fill my glass

too much foam

I fill my cup

to the top anyway

she walks by

asks me "what I am doing?"

I'm

drinking soda

and listening

to the carbonation crackle

I'm

chewing

the crushed

ice

and not doing much

else

Not sure

why you'd ask

me that

that's what I'll answer