Light in the pit

 
There are people I'm sure  
- the world is big and has
all sorts in it -
who don't get Bukowski
 
what babes they must be
or fully self
possessed  
arseholes
 
when first I met Charles
the ground
went from
under my feet
 
I fell
into  
a pit
 
the strangeness  
of it  
 
and now I climb in
gladly
 
who would have thought
there is refuge in  
truth
 
and solace in  
small things
well understood.