Reading Bukowski To John At Dialysis

Yes, love is a dog from hell
but it’s also a giant in a torn paper gown
pelted by the nurse’s disgusted, disapproving glare while reading
stories of Hank’s cock and balls and white-hot semen
while John slips away, dreaming of sunshine wild hair
reunions with lost ballerinas.

About

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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