who said chinaski?

how i thought about the giant bukowski
certainly not because of henry
not even because of the post office
how i thought about bukowski:
the boss the stressed climbers
for not knowing better
the acceptance of garbage
for the sake of being part of the whole
you want to know how i thought about him:
the ridicule rutine
the torture of getting up when it's cold
the day welcomes our dreadful spirit
(that's why we need to fly)
the stupid mask they ask from us
and we follow
yes i need him:
the giant
bukowski
like i need a beer
right now
like i want to puff
right now
like i like to sleep
with a woman
right now
keep thinking
dreaming in this boring office
tied with the excrement of life

it's all a game

that's what i hear
at least once in a while
like a caterpillar
falling in my dream
under a sunny green
and then the water
and the sound of the trombone
falling in my dream
the water and the wind
the warm feeling
the winter night
a piano
i hear far away
the memories
of photos
many in my imagination

and then workin'
like a caterpillar
climbing the infinite
and then the leaves
falling in the fountain
like three coins
getting rusted
and a saxophone
without discrimination
shouting
where the smoke went
one time lost in it
how lucky i am
the warm feeling
the winter night
everything i love