Ode to Bukowski

When you drink to get drunk

The world seems to wait

Blurry design

Makes sense and elates

Spill out your guts

To them you know hate

Your shameless disease

They bet on your fate

Forget what they think

Third persons just hearsay

Life is too short

To not live it your way

The choices we have

Evolve to habitual

Then cease to be chosen

Until we break ritual

You’re reading this now

You know its satirical

Try to upend

Your life that’s empirical

You’re reading this still?

You see it’s a miracle

That you comprehend things you can’t touch...

The life you are given

Is nobody’s crutch

JSJ