Bukowski Drunk, Farts That Are Wet

The fly paper hung like fresh sprigs of mint catching there intended. Every square inch covered in bodies of which some still moved. Opened partially eaten Can's of Bean's, were everywhere. Late in his life the maid said. Screen less the open window let the lizard's and spiders in. Catching a lizard a bird perched on a beer mug took it's creamy fluid dump in his beer. Still a sleep. Snoring and farting the atmosphere smelled of methane, beer and Chile Bean's. Half asleep half awake lunging for last nights beer the bird flew off eating a fork full of Bean's finishing the beer.