Hi guys, new poster here.
I'm bothered by the tantalizing half-memory of a Bukowski poem...he's describing a woman he loses, and then driving around, looking for her in a beat up old car. The thing's lights are playing up and it's almost falling to bits. Had an almost surreal edge, if I recall correctly. Or did I dream it?
While it's nice as a tantalizing half memory, perhaps the time has come to see if it's actually real or not...
Does anybody have any ideas which of the great man's poems this could be?
Thanks for any suggestions...
I'm bothered by the tantalizing half-memory of a Bukowski poem...he's describing a woman he loses, and then driving around, looking for her in a beat up old car. The thing's lights are playing up and it's almost falling to bits. Had an almost surreal edge, if I recall correctly. Or did I dream it?
While it's nice as a tantalizing half memory, perhaps the time has come to see if it's actually real or not...
Does anybody have any ideas which of the great man's poems this could be?
Thanks for any suggestions...