Bryan Bukowski

From The Cellar Door

Drunken cellars attracting the quirks of the socially shunned
build foundations for the gracious soul of this liquored town.
Sneered by the up-town gloss for it's putrid air, stagnant underfoot,
And stealing each weekend to resolve a dissolving character.

Cast off by the streets' puerile adolescence
this underworld of honest debauchery drowns repute.
A sweltering cradle inciting regression, stale and amused,
plagued by gravity, thrown by the stagger of drunken content.

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