FOR CHARLES BUKOSKI
Hank was
a train wreck,
a mangled form,
raging, abusing,
simpering, weeping.
He wrote
like modern
architecture,
beams exposed,
ugly proving honest.
And for this
he was
esteemed.
Understanding
razor-strapped, acne-pocked,
drunk pugilist Bukoski
is too easy.
We are the ones
who puzzle me.
—Dan Edwards