So Long, Hank - Wayne Kramer

On march 10, 1994

Charles bukowski died

Heartbreak

Im going to miss that man

Of poems

Books

Short stories what they call

Spoken word performances

Hank told the truth in

All things all things

Men women

Hope despair

Lonliness isolation

In peace when he could find it

The bottle woman.

Writing it all down on paper.

Hank who helped me find my way

Wasnt his intention

In the 1980s

In new york city

Mr steve and i

Working for a slumlord

Found factorum

And were reborn!

Saw ourselves there on the page

Drinking fucking up drinking

Make a couple of bucks and

Run to the park inn.

With crazy negative girlfriends

Just like hank

Saying me too!

Seeing myself and

Feeling like maybe im not

The disaster i thought i was

I loved this man

I loved this mans work

I took solace in hank

Who never failed to knock me out

Still does still does

Always will

Los angeles on buk died

Hanks city

Hes gone

Sad

But hes always gonna be there

For me and you

Oh hank!

great revealer!

Brutal truth teller!

giant man of letters and stories and poems

Youre free now hit that triford muthafucker

Fly hank, soar

Drink fuck sleep and dream

And i will never forget

And i will spread your idea

That kindness is

Just about the best we can do.