A Real Poet- Or Maybe Not

Bukowski- genius or disturbed Can a syphallic, diseased mind mean as much to the written word As a budding garden of tomatoes, precisely handled- To the mind and to poetry? The tomatoes- a red plump juicy morsel grown with love and care- Diseased whore- dark nights, fist fights, spreads disease to innocent wife.- What really means more- to the poet and pen? A madman living the life, as did the poets of old. Experience all - happiness or strife. Some say he never wrote a lick, others call him genius and swear by it. Is there deeper meaning in his words- lucid and pragmatic? Or the weathering loneliness of a life gone wrong.