Chuck Buk

would have loved

to have necked some beers with you Chuck

i reckon we would have smashed a few

trouble with a capital T

even though you

think i'm a rhymer

one aspersion cast

i snap it back to you all wrist skill

and beer burst blast

i picked you as

a drunken, accident prone sex offender

but what are ya gonna do

i never chose this part of my life

i can't recall any conscious approval

or self consent

it's just how it came to be

me....

the most inept english student ever

but it would seem i was listening

fuck me ...

i'm a writer

if my phone were a brush

i'd be a painter

perhaps nothing good would have come

of our energies being to close

had our timeliness converged

had our presence merged

is there any of you out there at all

feeling probing aligning

just for a split second

blink

that tiny moment

i thought i could see

a bit of you in me

but now i know

it wasn't seen

but felt