I like Bukowski
Because I find him true
His ***** reality
Is mine too
All the angst and languor
I feel the same
Too bad he died
Just after I came
And now so few
Of my generation know
Of Him
Who's Bukowski?
They're asking
Quietly I tell them
He's one of the few
I have the pleasure
Of knowing.
Is it possible for two people
To have the same soul?
I wonder
Will there ever be another
Charles Bukowski.