Finding myself fulfilling a friends suggestion after he read some poetry of mine.
This boat party had no legs,
L.A. harbor stunk my tie-up lines,
barnacle-held under pilings thin and rotten.
It was the fresh pigeon shit
that made me slip at the ladders top
into anchovy net and corks piled high,
a perfect dive,for the not so perfect
shape i was in.
I’d just finished reading his work.
“About face,go find Charles Bukowski”.
Left foot lead the way,right foot drug
at Forty Thieves Fish and Ice.
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