Poems by Tom Peeler Bukowksi Who wouldn't envy the cat that got away? that solved the mad poetic equation, abdicated sanity to pursue dysfunction, became the fuse, the match, the flame, while we all took to the clock, the classroom, the sales routes, the store hours, the charts, the numbers, the families. Don't tell a gloomy lie; admit the tic-tac-toe of your days, the bell curve of your nights, even the ritual of your dreams. Who wouldn't envy the cat, for the music that played through him, the wine and cigars that soothed, the ease of truth with nothing left to lose.   ©2003 Tim Peeler