-the all natural dream / a dramatic reenactment: 

sitting with my girl at the bar

late into the nighttime hours,

Bukowski came to me mumbling

about the universe advising me

to jump aboard for the long haul outbound.

he seemed to know a lot about it, but

even so I was hoping it wasn't true.

he told me of how he stripped-down last night

with a local barfly, but before sunup she ran out on him

taking his best poems, leaving only the scent of them in her wake.

Bukowski looked like he should stink with B.O., but

he actually smelled pretty good,— like Prell shampoo.

I listened with interest when he said something about his cats,

in that he had 6 of them and they never show-up

in the same room at the same time.

staring blankly into space he said: “I’ve never

seen them all in the same room at the same time..”

I asked him how he could be sure that he had 6 cats if it was true

he had never seen them together at the same time in the same room

to which he replied: "you callin' me a liar?"

then Bukowski punched me in the face, strong-armed my girl,

and together they stumbled out of the bar and into the night.