Bukowski

You

look like Bukowski
She

said
I

was lying in bed
With

a glass of

wine
Red and dark
Old and sad
And I

remembered
A luminescent woman
Who once

wrote
BUKOWSKI
on her

breast
And all the

fuck
I did with

her
Good ol’ times
I thought
And I told

myself
All this

shit
Is over now
Now it’s

time
For some

change

Charles Bukowski – Post Office