Bukowski sent me a high priority email
from his luxurious bungalow hideaway.
He’s living on an island in the Pacific; said
that Amelia had landed safely….
and that more details would soon be forthcoming;
his having discovered the secrets of the Noni fruit.
As for me, I’m taking up the slack he left behind;
writing drunken verses containing very little rhyme…
on the belly of a dark-eyed girl from Detroit
who has just escaped from a dungeon in her mind….
2008 ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ted sounds like your having quite the bash And glad to hear Amelia Earheart - survived that crash? ! Thanks for sharing this very enlightening poem! ! *10* Best wishes Friend Thad