George Schaefer Poet Free verse

Open Date On the Calendar

The director 
of the arts center
told me 
he was trying real hard
to sign Bukowski 
for a reading

but Buk
had the audacity
to die
leaving an open date
on the calendar

and shoes
entirely 
too big to fill
were left in the ledger

so it remained
an open date
and a few diehards
drunkenly nosedived
into Black Sparrow titles

spilling cheap wine
and rot gut whiskey
into broken vessels
of humanity

indeed
too sad a spectacle
for me to watch
and yet eyes 
remained riveted

and some cheap beer
and rot gut blackberry brandy
found its way
down my own throat
much to my chagrin

and overwhelming reluctance
to ever admit
to such folly

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