Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

I checked out Shifting through the madness... by Charles Bukowski.
It's been a while since I've picked up a book by Bukowski and
each time I do it's an inspiration. Sometimes you get caught up
in writing that is impressive but not especially uplifting and lacks
that spark of genius and madness that comes from original thought.

I tend to forget that great poetry does not have anything to
do with traditional vocabulary, rhyme and meter. It is all
about being able to express the world as you see it in an
orginal way that hits the reader right between the balls or
makes the taint quiver with joy.