An Occasional Poet that I am

To Heinrich Karl Bukowski - a master poet that he was!


Huh...what an occasional poet
I am!

With sherry to complement
my waywardness
and a few drops of ink
to supplement my
quasi-heuristic inklings,
I venture into a world
fraught with shooting hyperboles
and quintessential imagery.
An outline of a distant dream
encased in a cloud
that I try hard to rupture
against some auburn sun
and expect a rainbow in return -
this is me and my poetry.

Huh...what an occasional poet
I am!