Faulkner

at one time, in fact, for 7 years
wore his military uniform
and drank every day.
he claimed he had been in
an air crash during the war
and he had a steel plate
in his head
and he had a very bad
leg which pained him greatly
and that the drinking helped
that.
that’s dramatic enough.
and at the time he was
writing a shit load.
and afterwards too.
but unlike so many other
people,
I never liked any of
it.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1992
Source
Original manuscript