i come home from another day of work
to this little rinky dinky apartment
of which has one bedroom.
sometimes it ticks me off
when i think of having
to sleep on the couch
for what seems like countless endless nights,
because the bedroom is for two boys.
but i have to be thankful
That I have a computer with internet capability
to be able read lit journals online
to stir me to continue my thing
and somehow follow
a pattern of living life like a poet.
maybe it was intended for me
to reach a form of skid-row
and be like bukowski
to fully understand-
it’s not what you have
that makes you what you are.
so I’ll keep this little apartment
rather than trying to impress
others in materialism.
because, well, the best way
to seek inner wealth
is right here to strengthen the foundation
for the poetry student
in the classroom of life.