Bukowski,
I didn't like you at first
nothing you wrote stuck out to me
or tugged
anywhere in my body

But ****** if it wasn't so
you got me when I was truly alone
and now your book of poems
"you get so alone at times that it just makes sense"
is starting to make perfect sense

Sure enough,
you *******,
you are right
and
we
are
all
alone.