Ode to Bukowski

I interrupt people.
I smoke dope alone.
I avoid crowds.
I dislike most humans.
I distrust all humans.
My beloved spit in my face.
and I’ve got a fire inside
that could slice ya
right up.
I’m a goddamn flowering
masterpiece
of the
illogical
and the
insane.
I cuss
spit
avoid shaving
and my body is
thinning
because I often forget
to eat.

That is why I like your books.