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.

Image credit:Gabor Monori

I'm a life long drummer who picked up music production, recording and playing other instruments along the way. While trapped behind a desk later in life i started writing poetry as a creative outlet. My approach to composition and poetry is similar - something now exists that previously didn't exist.