what makes you a better writer often is

the alcohol most certainly does not make you a better writer
but it
certainly
gets you through the nights where past love affairs
remind you of days when you danced in the high school dances
singing
into the ear of your beloved sweet honey-haired magen.
or the time when you drove into the middle of nowhere off the 8 east
freeway and fucked your precious blonde blue-eyed-swedish model vyrna.
or the time when you met rachel and you fucked her too;
but it wasn't as great as vyrna or magen(because you weren't really in love)
the alcohol most certainly did not make you a better writer,
it was the woman and the heartbreaks:
these were the people who made you a better writer
and the walls too
they sing in perfect harmony with the punching of the keys
on this keyboard

nobody knows your a genius but you.

the worlds drunks praise you in your terrible good fortune.
the Gods smile in your favor.
bukowski dances in his grave to his successor.
hemingway dances in his grave to his reader.
ee cummings writes past 900 poems in hell where I shall soon meet him.

the alcohol never made you a better writer;
the heartbreaks did
bukowski did
hemingway did
shit
even frank sinatra and ee cummings
and maybe even shakespeare and
miles davis

but the nights are long past 5 am and the alcohol
flows through the channels of my veins (Glenn Miller died in the English channel during world war II)