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Joseph S Pete
Poems
Mar 2019
Bukowski at the Edge of the World
Bukowski penned drunken, *****, barroom poetry,
verse as rough as his leathery face, a visage chapped by hard living.
The idolized poet of the lost, the forgotten and misbegotten,
the drunkards, the damaged and the denizens of skid row,
recounted in an interview how he went to The Playwright bar
in Los Angeles, drinking there at least four or five times.
They eventually eighty-sixed him, kicked him to the curb
when he demanded to know if anyone there was a playwright,
accused them of false advertising, raised a veritable ruckus.
It was just another dive. Maybe he was being a little dramatic.
But maybe at the jagged edge, you need a little fire in your blood,
a willingness to throw down over matters of little consequence.
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Joseph S Pete
Chicagoland
(Chicagoland)
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