The Knicknackery Issue Four | Page 30

Good Ole Whiskey-Yellowed Teeth, Poesy, Racing Papers and Sleepless Nights

Nicholas Finch

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Sadly, I have dreams like Bukowski does.

We both dream about the girls we once had,

And the race horses. I am like he was,

Sleeping alone above unmade sheets, sad.

We both dream about the girls we once had,

Who now have new men. Do they dream about

Sleeping alone above unmade sheets? Sad

To think of people we’re now without,

Who now have new men. Do they dream about

Horses like we do? Horses have it good.

To think of people we’re now without

Is a strictly human sentiment. Would

A horse hurt like we do? They have it good.

They dream of meadows. To dream what never was

Is a strictly human sentiment. And

Sadly, I have dreams like Bukowski does.