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"the poet is a sissy the poets nothing. which is true they are, a lot of them. not being a sissy there missing the point"

Bukowski makes poetry a hard drunk mans journal filled of humor, sexual references and gambling.


millionaires

you
no faces
no faces
at all
laughing at nothing-
let me tell you
i have drunk in skid row rooms with
imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light
whose voices retained some sensibility,
and when the morning came
we were sick but not ill,
poor but not deluded,
we stretched out in our beds and rose
in the late afternoons
like millionaires.