2009
12.13
12.13
bukowski never wrote poems
about breakfast
on brick patios
three slices
of english muffin toast
the kerosene aftertaste
of organic strawberry jam
or a white, suburban morning
clean,
like a three-fingered mouse
New piece posted!: another ode to bukowski http://amphibi.us/all/another-ode-to-bukowski/
RT @amphibius: New piece posted!: another ode to bukowski http://amphibi.us/all/another-ode-to-bukowski/
Wonder what organic raspberry jams aftertaste is?? Love that ending!
But he was a brilliant son of a bitch.
thank you, ladies….
buk love his horse racing and mercedes, but always had a drunken vomit on the couch at breakfast because he couldn’t stagger as far as the patio…
maybe because he woke up a lunch time and ate hard boiled eggs