Pictures. And a poem by Bukowski.

Radio

strange eyes in my head
I'm the coward and the fool and the clown
and I listen to a man telling me that I can get a
restaurant guide and an expanding cultural events calendar

I'm just not here today
I don't want restaurants and expanding cultural events
I want an old shack in the hills
rent free
with enough to eat and drink until I die

Strange eyes in my head
strange ways

no chance