BOOZING WITH BUKOWSKI.

A MAN BOOZES WITH BUKOWSKI'S GHOST.

You sit in the bar alone
Except Bukowki’s ghost
At the far end supping
A phantom beer and
Gazing at his reflection
In the mirror on the wall
Above the bar when a fat
W***e enters and takes a
Stool and asks the barkeep
For a gin and gives you a look
Like your Mother used to give
When you pooed your pants
Or puked after too many beers
And ghostly Bukowski hums a
Mozart aria with no words just
The theme that wounds you
Like a loved one dying in a dream.