Henry Charles Bukowski

I don’t know if we would have been friends or not, but there’s that undefinable quality I like about Henry Charles Bukowski. I respect the blatant in your face honesty, yet I don’t care much for some of the Continue reading Henry Charles Bukowski


If you were here

If you were here

we’d reminisce

about the old days

but we’d surely

remember things


like we always Continue reading If you were here

In the wink of an eye

I had put in a

call to the

great beyond


a dream

in symbol

and metaphor


I wanted to know first hand

what death

was like

to quell my fears

sparing me and mine

(needless extra tears)

without having to go

into this Continue reading In the wink of an eye