His dirty dog kept
moving on.
Pissing on what he liked,
but never owned.
He knows they won't
like it either.
So they throw it out.
A dog, 'Bukowski' owned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very green! ! ! Bukowski, it's said, once had a post office job. so did i, but i made it a career, whereas he made writing something of a career i guess. not a bad poem! thanks for sharing writing and photo. this kind of dog (its face) looks too human to be a dog and too dog-like to be human. a doman? dogman? dogan? a huog? hudog? humdog? bri :)