I
Met Bukowski Again Today
How's it going
Charlie boy? I asked.
I'm dead you
idiot.
I know, I said,
you
should've wrote a poem
about that.
I did, he said,
I'll show it to you when
you
get here.
Not too soon
I hope.
Wouldn't know,
he said, soon and eternity,
they're pretty much the same here.