Yeah, needs editing. I'm just not too good at that. Also, there are a bunch in there I don't care for too much (time to move to the new) forget about those yet still give them something by putting them out. Also the cathartic nature of releasing these poems that the end of this relationship.
Also, I am homeless in New York right now, the dollar I make selling each one is important to my belly, so yes, quite rushed. "Money is everything" - that kid just got kicked out of where I am now and lives out the back of Union square
The bucket thing I am unclear about. I guess this is like a diary of poems, any "theme" that may or may not appear would I guess be inherent in my life or writing tho the characters go throughout.
I was afraid people would think that poem was about Bukowski... it's not.. its about R A K Mason, my alledged grandfather who died "mad without seeds" Buk had kids, the poem is dedicated to Mason. His name is in there because my mother, not really knowing just who was her father changed our last names to Bukowski for year or two. I don't mean to imply Buk is a great influence on me is this poem, rather that he was basically a good man and gave us poems to a late age.
I don't really read Buk, I don't really read at all (maybe I should, recommendations welcome)

I kinda like that it could be read like that, the readers mind playing tricks on him/her. Buk is like a coke logo for modern poets, ingrained in our heads,subconscious seems to me many times when reading people are thinking "is this like Bukowski?"
I don't intend to insult Rimbaud, just expressing frustration at him for not leaving me with more to read!He is by far my favorite poet ever. Me, the dead guy Steven in the book and Rimbaud all share the same birthday. Also Mason stopped with the poems young.