Joe Grieco

THAT PRICK BUKOWSKI

 

That prick Bukowski

We’re at Cole’s, drinking Schlitz long necks, smoking, at the bar

He’s reading the Herald-Examiner out loud

Yelling at parts

When he says to me, Did you see your horoscope today? He starts reading

           

            The stars are pearls that give back to the body

            What was lost

            In your Zodiac meltdown

            A necklace of planets, a stellium really, forming now in your favor

            Don’t drag along the cockeyed pieces that screwed you in the past

            Just swim in the energy that sets you free

            The heartwarming waters

            Pry open your soul

            Quit your job

            Search for someone who can stand you

 

Which I did

And years later he told me he made the whole thing up

That prick Bukowski