Bukowski was a simple, heavy drinker


We talked that night

about the man who

looked like a lion

in his evening years.


Wizened from the wine

his skin shown


a trembling man.


A simple one

to drink the days,

turn them into nights.


A true drinker

who wrote to afford


A little more time-


Maybe just to drink more wine.


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