For Bukowski

If no one

else is there….

I am ready.

When Buk falters. . .

and I only hope

that it is not

in my lifetime.

I am ready

to take up the battle.

I’ll stand

toe to toe

with the best

of them.

The gunslinging

poems that

harassed his ass

from morn till morn.

Though not as fast on the trigger,

nor as finely tuned

as Buk. . .

I pledge to search them

out…

and shoot them down

like the dogs they are.

Buk won’t have to

worry . .

There’ll be a

new Marshall

in town.

h. morgan 7/9/93