Bukowski Contest

I watched the blood flow poetry dripping coagulating in pools of misery How could a genius be so careless? Shaving away our humanity filtering it through an inebriated brain Poems in the thousands orchestrated in the ordinary Crushing Truthful yet not quite right Genius exacts a toll Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology flashes the broken image of man the smell of whiskey loose women one night lays Lonely is as lonely does Sticks poked into blind eyes bones cracking like porcelain vases adorning the altar of an enigmatic fool Are we trapped? Are we idiots? Do we drink from the well of insignificance? He sits alone in an empty room Thinking Yes Thinking Until he thinks us out of existance Yet somehow Thankfuly We are still here Not so Genius Brilliant none the less. His story is sad but his poetry is riviting. I enjoyed this contest, facinating person of whom I was not familiar.