Poem: Dear Charles (Bukowski) Written on a Cocktail Napkin 5/18/21

I wish
I could’ve seen you
in your unwashed glory
five day old beard
of someone who couldn’t
careless
smelling
of indescribable liquor
sweats staining
a tee shirt
that was white once

Poem: Bottled Recollections

Tossing beer cans into the canal
Not worrying about the consequences
As young and reckless as we were
Watching the water rush by
Talking about our adventures
Women who we had been with
Times we should have died
Since we last talked

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