BUKOWSKI BORES ME

Today, I received a phone call
from someone whose number
I had lost,
due to having my mobile phone
stolen
on a night,
in which the details
are sketchy
in the muddy banks
of my alcohol frazzled
memory.

The person calling
seemed rather sincere
in what he was saying,
but I detected
a hint
of an ulterior motive.

He told me that I could hang
at his decked-out abode,
rather than associate
with succubi
out to use and abuse me.

Just like everyone
else.