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
Copyright © George Schaefer | Year Posted 2021
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