I subscribe to a few 'poem a day' services that drop a wide spectrum of verse into my inbox each day. Some good, same awful, some incomprehensible, some wonderful. A quick scan usually lets me know what to do: ignore or read. Today a poem by Charles Bukowski came in: 'Who the hell is Tom Jones'. This is one to listen to rather than read (Try the Youtube Spoken Verse channel). It came with a note purporting to be written by one of the protagonists in the drama. I accept it is. It adds to the story and fills out my perception of the poet: someone who tended to write his words to suit the persona he created. A persona that wasn't real but he had, nonetheless, a great talent.