Bukowski.
What can say about this bitter man they call
A Poet...?
He wrote good lines..some thoughts were fine..
But he remains for me
The man’s man hero
They like an urban anarchist...
A cynic of the city streets
And overlook the vicious streak
...but I do not
Bukowski.. A man of booze
Strikes out and kicks ..hits women with his bone bare fist...
His drunken breath attacks her every word
A violent man...
Who wants to dominate her life
To tell her where to go and what to think... when she says no...
He beats her into fear
...and sad submission
Bukowski’s the malicious prick
with his pin cushion nose
Is no hero in my eyes...
No matter what his prose
Kristine Byrne...8th sept 2012