Lions-on-Line Fall 2020

i have always wanted to write like you.

Poem by Ashley Bell oh, bukowski typical, classic, common known by all, loved by most but ever so significant to a young poet a young, sick kid with a head full of words and pain and love a large chair in a capitalistic chain store never seemed so welcoming after spotting that yellow cover that seemed to just cry to be read “you get so alone at times that it just makes sense� made so much sense it nearly made me sick and i felt my stomach flip as i made my fingers flip through the pages and i got lost inside of you, buk the world faded away as i read words screaming of pain and raw emotion and loss and i nearly forgot about the beautiful girl sharing the chair with me resting her head on my shoulder 4