This is one of the last Poems Bukowski wrote. Published in 1994, it hits like a box-wine hangover. The idea, in the attempt to save his own life, through chemo or other medicine, and at the same time actually drinking himself, while a doctor tells him he has to stop. But as a reader and fan knowing within a year of writing this poem he was going to be dead.
Bukowski’s Cold Summer

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This poem is beautiful. It’sRaw, real, and it makes you feel happy and sick at the same time. It’s one of the few poems that I can actually read without feeling emotional.
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