Another Pointless Ode to
Bukowski
bukowski never wrote poems
about
breakfast
on
brick patios
three
slices
of
english muffin toast
the
hale aftertaste
of
organic strawberry jam
or
a white, suburban morning
clean,
Ag Synclair is an unapologetic pessimist, rule breaker, and rebel without a clue. When he isn’t editing The Montucky Review and serving on the editorial staff of The Bookends Review, he is drinking from glasses that are perpetually half empty and collaborating with his partner in crime, the artist and poet Heather Brager. Despite being extensively published around the globe, he flies under the radar. Deftly.
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