old man hank
was a womanizer
a drunkard
a gambler
and a poet

i am a loose
collection of
semi-literate
emotional redundancies
a faulty motherboard
on a nuclear missile
and baby,
i am ready
to blow

hank made art
dirty and real

i make
good people
feel as terrible
as i do
and your girl
sigh deeply
squirm in her seat a bit
as she reads my lines
flinching, yet excited

a venn diagram
of neruda
bukowski
and hieronymus bosch

a bipolar catastrophe
with the devil’s smile