Love Reads Charles Bukowski

love reads Charles Bukowski

love reads Charles Bukowski

with a grateful sigh of relief and mortal terror

lobbing bottle caps one at a time

like wild west bullets pertwanging towards

the spiffy booted feet of the puzzle box poets

making them dance for their crimes

of cloaking the raw & beautiful insides of this goddamn life

in the name of self-impressed trickery–life doesn’t burble like a greek thorn

pulled from the goddess-less brown bureau of Persephone’s pinched Agamemnon
fuck that

it hurts

(from my book Love Does Stuff, Amber Lodge Press)