Bukowski

A reflective man
With vices
Born into this
Proud
More of the latter
Giving His demons voice
Adored by silent women
Filling his glass
Full of liquid courage
And a fiery tongue
Smoke from a cigarette
Dancing beautifully
About him like
Love dissolving
Into air

Metaphors
To contradict a man
Sting the fleshy
Heart
And kill the 3 fingered
Careless mouse
Hiding in walls
Stealing and feeding
Off fallen crumbs.

A poisoned death.
A healing.