Bukowski Poem by warner treuter

Bukowski
(The good, the bad, and the ugly. American phenomenon, writer of trash, one of the most interesting and popular writers of prose and poetry in America. Now, unfortunately, deceased. A strange phenomenon of pop-style genius, softer-hearted in real life than shown by the content of his actual works. Not a poet whose books you would take home to your mother. But his poetry was commercially viable enough that he could live off it, which is a rare phenomenon in itself! Few can deny he's fun and easy reading when he's not writing the garbagey stuff, which was all too often, as I remember it. As I remember it, there was not much redeeming value to reading him, apart from the style and the entertainment, and none at all for the squeamish. But when he was at his best his was an art that knew how to please and hold one's interest. And that is a very hard thing to do, I think.
Having but yesterday read and watched and listened to him on You Tube, maybe I'll get back to looking at the few books of his I have stashed around here someplace... if ever I find the time, that is, if ever I want to make the time. He was a drunk and I have nothing in common with drunks but I think I could have liked him.