Hank is rank

he’s tanked and

he’s cranked

listen to the rants and raves

barfly snippets he’s gotta save

writing out the biting waves

I cry, I laugh, and more I crave

a pint of the you know

gets the juices to flow so

he’s typing the words though

‘Schnapped in San Pedro’

underlying sadnesses

ordinary madnesses

Buk-olic badnesses

alcoholic addresses

underbelly strife

the lowers; smelly, rife

sex with Shelley— wife?

escape to telly— life?

chuckle, Charles

howl, Heinrich

snarl, Karl

banter, Bukowski—

Hank, you are rank

you’re tanked and

you’re cranked