Henry who?

my friends 
call me
murphy
i am a
writer 
a poet
i like
to say
because
it sounds
so much better
than bum 


i love poetry
but i am no
Charles Bukowski 

i truly 
like to 
drink &
fight &
fuck but
Bukowski
i am not

i use simple words
in my work and try
not to hide behind
some grandiloquent
vernacular however
Bukowski & me not
the same

i find myself 
staring out
depressive
hot
california 
window as 
did he but

i am a young-man
mid-thirties and
ready to drink &
drug 
fuck
fight
till the sun 
changes the mood 
he lived it once
& now he is dead
Charles Bukowski
is dead
and i

i call
internet radio
shows to breath 
a little life 2
words written 
before i was
the sperm that
could
Charles is dead


i have many 
things in 
common with
the late great
Charles Bukowski
we are two very
different
animals


he is a notably 
published author

me a recluse who
spare-changeless
for beer & smoke

i have internet porn
Bukowski didn't even
own a word processor 

i write sometimes on my
antique royal typewriter 
staring at naked maiden
lying in wait beside me
i get to fuck her later
and Charles you are dead

So here is to you
Charles Bukowski
may my words ring
from wherever they
are being read all
the way to your 
grave letting you
know one of your
fans
a poet
will fuck tonight
and remind you
that you are
still dead