somebody spiked the coffee

i sat down to write

i figured there was truth and false, real and not real, for bukowski was right

either you can write or you can’t

it’s nothing you teach

either the words come or they don’t

and I looked up at my wall at my five bukowski quotes

and started reading there is nothing to stop a man from writing

quickly i decided i was doubting my ability to work the word perhaps

so i started reading that quote

and it struck me just as quickly i did not want to read another writer, as he suggests, for i am scared of things

now we are in the now

and here i am

and what your hell epiphany or bob dylan 1987 epiphany?

one is a joke one isn’t

hell exists

as far as the dylan i was going to elaborate make a funny story on it

so yeah the grateful dead might have slipped something in to his drink

-----he writes it in his autobiography

and also mentions a change of voice, or style, or the like

what are you getting at isak genius boy?

me and mr. bob dylan go  hand-in-hand

like mr. tambourine sings out a tune so sweet

it must be just a bird, flying by

and ain’t that the whole point

shit is hitting the fan, or is it.

shit is hitting the fan, or is it.

shit is hitting the fan, or is it.

that’s the fucking question?

that’s the fucking question

and ‘’we’’ are not talking the beatles love is the question

love is the answer

that is neil young actually

off a cd silver and gold on amphetamines abbe and i used to listen to

nice to see you again my friend

isak genius boy you are boring and confusing, like often, the readers, the audience

well i’m sorry i’m not perfect, at writing

heart of gold and you are perfect

which takes us to… what topic…

heart of gold and you are perfect

which takes us to… what topic…

heart of gold and you are perfect

which takes us to… what topic…

how about the fucking title isak genius boy

what about your bob dylan 1987 epiphany?

it was a joke, there was no notable epiphany

and i am approaching writer’s block

so i will glance up and read one of the other five bukowski quotes

hey baby, when I write, I’m the hero of my shit.

the grateful dead definitely did slip something into mr. zimmerman’s drink or the like

you can tell how he sings on the 1987 slow train coming live album   dylan & the dead

his voice, he cuts off lines, he changes, real, freely lyrics

and mentions ‘’…trying to manipulate satan’’.

and that is kind of where my life comes in when i fight off the oppressors yet let’s just repeat that to piss intellectuals and all kinds of snobs and assholes, off

the grateful dead definitely did slip something into mr. zimmerman’s drink or the like

you can tell how he sings on the 1987 slow train coming live album   dylan & the dead

his voice, he cuts off lines, he changes, real, freely lyrics

and mentions ‘’…trying to manipulate satan’’