Haiku: Bukowski and the 4 Fs

find ‘em fool ‘em fuck
‘em forget ‘em and never
ever say never

Bukowski Could Never Be a Haiku

bukowski
lived his life
under
the blinking moon
of neon whores
with too much rouge
happy hour booze
barstool blackouts
always ready
to drink, screw & fight
then go
another three rounds

a mad man
banging
on the underwood
bukowski
hocked poems
for women
whiskey
& smokes
for a ten dollar exacta
–never bet on a bay

for a slice
of life that after
8 or 9 beers
just might
get better

bukowski
lived his life
the ugliest
drunken
bastard
ever
to get it
right

(this post got me thinking–may have been inspired here)