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Swan, your friend is a pro in the lady game!

For sure, he was versatile in his vomiting activities. That's what makes this so hard to pin down. There was no receptacle to contain the untidiness expressed in this poem. The cat getting sprayed by random stench was a metaphor I could relate to. That's why it stuck with me. It was...

Thanks, Zobraks, you're good! It was actually while perusing On Cats that I remembered my 'first' poem. I'd never had a hangover at that point in my life, but could feel his blinking nausea as he opened the door to a too-bright morning and without ceremony, blechh. I think the rest of the...

I was introduced to Bukowski by a poem where our protagonist wakes with a massive hangover, opens the front door (maybe for the paper) and vomits on the cat. It was love at first read. I'm hoping to find this poem and the collection it's published in. Does anyone know the title? Thank you! xo