May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party's over.
Since three o'clock I've done my best
To entertain each tiny guest.
My conscience now I've left behind me,
And if they want me, let them find me.
I blew their bubbles, I sailed their boats,
I clipped this just now from a site. It's I hope Bukowski's A POEM IS A CITY.a poem is a city filled with streets and sewersfilled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,filled with banality and booze,filled with rain and thunder and periods ofdrought, a poem is a city at war,a...