Bukowski sent me a high priority email br from his luxurious bungalow hideaway. br He’s living on an island in the Pacific; said br that Amelia had landed safely…. br and that more details would soon be forthcoming; br his having discovered the secrets of the Noni fruit. br As for me, I’m taking up the slack he left behind; br writing drunken verses containing very little rhyme… br on the belly of a dark-eyed girl from Detroit br who has just escaped from a dungeon in her mind….