Bukowski and Dickenson

Hank was a blitz drinking honest brute wrote about grime and grit of the streets, drunks, alley roaches, hookers on the beat. Emily chose to live life in a little room a day dreaming spinster writing dainty verse quill dipped in rustic wells of black and blue *what were the seeds of her hurt.* She was much tougher than she seemed. Hank the self professed loner, sought out company she was really the burlap and he the delicate lace Poetry is a mountain made of many masks with the truth lying just beneath.