Charley Buck
Charles
He envisions a life like Bukowski.
Never quite could let go that much .
The despair , fear , loneliness and anger .
Alienation and a longing for a love .
A love that can’t be understood .
A life from outside the herd.
There was a small time of belonging .
That was given up in a slow motion riot .
The mind that booze and pills couldn’t quiet .
It’s not a glamorous or glorious thing .
He’s puked countlessly trying on that scene.
Places uncommon , places mostly imagined .
If he had the nerve ... he’d chase the dragon.
Hanging on alien and outsider .
Failed in the role of provider .
Big pharma and the IRS ... anybody’s guess.
All in on the wrong hand ... overthinking her demand .
All butt-hurt .. should have only been a minute .
Refusing to give in wanting back in it .