I was thinking about Bukowski the other day
while taking a shit. I used a week old Merlot
as mouthwash while waiting.
I stood up with my pants around my ankles
and watched the turds orbit the bowl
and disappear.
I can’t remember why I started thinking about Buk
as I wiped my ass with Thursday morning’s
racing form and zipped.
He seems
so strange to me.
