Bukowski Brewing
- David Fairchild
- Apr 10, 2005
- Series: Other

Bent, broken, bruised in shades of black
Golden garnish of grenades waiting in back
Born boring, belligerent, and barely the balls to brew
Sticking thumbtacks into tiny cracks on hunch and news of life to losePrefers pain instead of pleasure
Loves self as the measure of meaning and what to treasure
Grabbing, gripping, ripping, taking all to sell in a brew of poison hell
Bukowski brewing, telling, renewing, stories of past painted on smoke stained glassSlit through stare, open praises for sale
Penning traces of once remember faces for audible spaces
Whispers, watches warming with tissues, ornate prostrate for hearing impaired
Seeing is deceiving, hearing is relieving, demons exercised for his pleasing
Bukowski brewing, moving mouth south sucking purpose from being
Contributed by David Fairchild. View more of his writing at david.kaleochurch.org












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