By Cody S. Decker
art by Grant Goodwine
somewhere
somehow
at some point
we’ve all been Bukowski
we’ve felt the hunger
from deep in our gut
we’ve worked the long hours
at shit jobs
to only hope we stay sane
long enough
to make it back home
we’ve drank that last beer in the fridge
in hopes it’d be the one
to make us forget
that we’re stuck in this race
and everyone’s running
the wrong way
we’ve stared
through a smoke filled window
’til the moon says Good Morning
trying to figure it all out
trying so hard
to only realize
we’re trying too hard
sometimes
we need to stop giving such a damn
sometimes
you just gotta pee in the sink