Bukowski

Soft Spoken

Harsh truths

Everyday awareness

The greatest

Immortal

He never liked anyone

Until the 4th drink

Slippers on fucking his soul

Not afraid to Jump

From LA to San Pedro

Mailman Laureate

A Poet with a Route

No Time to Read

Barely time to Write

Everything’s Disgusting

Down on the streets

The Greatest

Immortal

He never liked anyone

Until the 4th Drink

Ask the Dust

He was always trying to be a writer

He wrote what he knew

He knew everyone

He knew humanity

From the pits

To the Flagrants

Ink you don’t get over

I can get drunk with Buk

She said

Then

He said