I was a teenage Bukowski

Los Angeles is fraught with poetry	poem for Charles Bukowski	In the bathrooms and the bad motels	I shall escape
Bittersweet Motel	Ham on Rye	Charles Bukowski	Once in a while.
lifting my cheap bottle of wine	It's better to burn out than to fade away	Scotch and soda	About some girl
How to read poetry out loud	A boy named Ben	hair	Football hooliganism
It is against the law to walk in Los Angeles