Sometimes, it’s fun to mess around on the page (or screen).

a man out of time

had Bukowski lived in the Age of Facebook,
you know damn well he’d have been trolling
at 2am instead of writing poems

drunk as hell, giggling as he typed
another flamethrower reply
then sit back & watch the show

which is how i comfort myself
on nights like this when nothing
is getting done.

Part of me does wonder about what someone like Hank would’ve thought of today’s world. Another part thinks he would’ve thought about it the same way he did about his own world and time: poorly.

Either way, the image of Buk sitting down at his computer, cigarette ashing on his shorts, surrounded by beer cans, and typing furiously on social media just to start fights is pretty amusing to me.