Gwilym Williams is holding a Bukowski night

Bukowski Night
 

I'm holding my annual Bukowski Night
I almost wish you were all here
 
but if it don't come bursting out of you
then please don't come
 
Allen's come to do his Kaddish
 
uninvited
 
or so he always says
 
it could be cool
it should be cool
it comes unmasked and from heart and mouth
 
the Buds are cooling in the icebox
the olives are in the communal dish
 
whispering Allen's already warming up
 
my God, this dude wrote Howl!
and now he sounds like he needs a mike
 
Charles is pilfering my shelves
 
and betting on Allen to extrapolate the extrasensory
Charles reckons the sun is burning his gut
 
how come the moon is out?
 
I slip on the Dylan  
 
My guests chill out with Szirtes' whiskey
 
George gatecrashes late with his Jamesons
– but we know a triple distilled when we meet one
 
there's no other way
 
there never was.
 

* Gwilym Williams is a regular IS&T contributor

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