1-minute Poetry: Bukowski is blue

Bukowski is blue

Dogs are barking
Rain is pouring

Hands are typing

Bukowski blues

He who no longer hears the dogs

He who no longer types

But still appears on shelves

I read his poetry

I read his Bukowski blues

While the dogs are barking

And the rain is pouring

I see more than a misogynist,
but I still haven't read his short stories.