Loved The Perfect Poem by Gary Loss. I’m a huge Bukowski fan. Making “chaste maidens suddenly surge with libido and engage in risky behaviors…” a noble goal. Buke would have approved. His novel Women is 300 pages of drunken debauchery, but it’s beautiful. He shows a softer side that doesn’t get talked about enough. His earlier work, when he was working the factories, makes me want to be a skid row hobo. If I were twenty years younger I’d give it a try. Keep the poetry coming. The world needs it now more than ever.