Bukowski was lying
outside my door the other morning.
In two thick volumes no less.
That's what I get
for telling my neighbor
I like to write.
I stepped right over him.
Went outside like I always do
to greet morning and smoke.
Left the bastard lying there.
He would have liked that,
liked my dismay at his appearance.
I gathered him up reluctantly
on my way back in.
Why is HE here I wondered.
Like sticks from Santa Claus.
Charley the downer.
Threat to my fragile joy.
At first I put him
in my magazine rack by the toilet.
I figured that would please him.
Perfect place
for his disturbing neutrality.
His base takes.
Of course his random arrival,
forced me to read him.
Midst clucks, tsk tsks and grunts,
slowly, and sadly,
I found myself cheering him.
Against my will.
I never wanted to read the Buk,
but fate has forced him on me.
Staring at his picture,
I've realized it's time
to surrender to him.
He's on my bedside table now.....
outside my door the other morning.
In two thick volumes no less.
That's what I get
for telling my neighbor
I like to write.
I stepped right over him.
Went outside like I always do
to greet morning and smoke.
Left the bastard lying there.
He would have liked that,
liked my dismay at his appearance.
I gathered him up reluctantly
on my way back in.
Why is HE here I wondered.
Like sticks from Santa Claus.
Charley the downer.
Threat to my fragile joy.
At first I put him
in my magazine rack by the toilet.
I figured that would please him.
Perfect place
for his disturbing neutrality.
His base takes.
Of course his random arrival,
forced me to read him.
Midst clucks, tsk tsks and grunts,
slowly, and sadly,
I found myself cheering him.
Against my will.
I never wanted to read the Buk,
but fate has forced him on me.
Staring at his picture,
I've realized it's time
to surrender to him.
He's on my bedside table now.....