Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Kesey Writes Bukowski

Here comes the post man.

Here he comes with news

Or maybe just demands from

Some new initiative of the


It could be threats or ultimatums or

Maybe just a promise that

They're coming to lobotomize me

In the night.

Here he comes now up the walk

And he looks drunk, and maybe he

Hasn't slept a wink since

They told him that his


Doesn't cover his medication.

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