Bukowski’s lady had him off the bottle for a change
(weaned from the bottle,so to speak)
He now tries sundaes of different flavors at Baskin-Robbins.
Now he does not have to listen to Shostakovitch and Mozart through a haze of smeared smoke
His friends say he looks better, feels cool like the ice cream people.
Above all he stands absolutely upright in his pants.
“…and later that night
there is use for the pecker, use for
love, and it is glorious,
long and true,
and afterwards we speak of easy things;
our heads by the open window with the moonlight
looking through, we sleep in each other’s
(“The ice cream people”- A poem by Charles Bukowski)