Remember this one? ;)
Reading The Latest Posthumous Collection by FrancEye, from LUMMOX Journal Aug 2000
These aren't his best poems
I can see them on the closet floor, a paper hill
where he'd throw them when they came back
from whoever rejected them.
Then once in a while
Stanley would come over
and find a good one or two and take them for his reading,
but most of them
he'd look at a minute
then throw back:
"That's shit."
Bukowski would say later
I don't see how a man
can do that - look
at poems for seconds and say
This one's good, that's shit.
But it's such good shit. I'm so happy hearing that voice
and there's something special too about reading Bukowski
not because I'm
grabbed and held
by the lines that won't let go,
but just because I
want to. It's a fat book. I
turn the page, say "Please.
Tell me another story."
They're not his best, but
for me there's no such thing
as a bad one.