All In The Day Ran Me Poem by Bukowski's Ghost

There’s a dresser
Corner of the room
It’s not Welsh
But it’s old.
We stripped it down –
Applied lacquer like liquid love.
A memory back –
All in the day ran me.
And we would
Come and go
Like dragonflies only to discover we were mayflies.
Dragged new stuff in the front door
Jacked old stuff out the back
All of it – lower than bones.
Spent ideas
Funding days both dark and bright.
It’s still in the corner
A coffee cup ring on its
Leftmost span
Like a cattle brand.
How do you divide that?