Richard Quinby - Bukowski

A big man
with small hands and a soft voice
Who drank hard
and wrote real.

His pock marked
Craggy
Face
And bulbous
Yet noble nose

That mane of greasy
White hair

His poems were
Real and beautiful
Full of angry dignity
And loud despair

He lived his life
As he chose
Drinking
Writing
Whoring

He lived his life
Fully feeling
Not numbly
Or
Blindly sleepwalking
But embracing the pain
Passion
And anger

Richard Quinby

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