Hank for an Afternoon

“It’s so easy to be a poet

And so hard to be

A man.”

Charles Bukowski

 

1:00 PM

 

Ribbed pleasure

in a spoken-word

poem, it leaves her

panting for more.

 

2:00 PM

 

On staves—

we gift each other

in swimming pools.

 

3:00 PM

 

I play at being the

drunk pariah, but really

I’m just lush, burning tires.

 

4:00 PM

 

Never a fuck thrown

from speeding car windows,

& to the soles of fucking feet,

lifted just above, for fear

of stepping on what was, on

what used to be.

 

5:00 PM

 

Bukowski (as me):  the saddest of the loved.

 

 

 

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