Formalist Criticism: "no title"

The poem "no title" on page 65 is a meager 17 lines and 47 words.  This is a purposeful choice, as it makes the poem resemble something narrow and stark: perhaps a knife blade?  Bukowski disregards capitalization and most grammar rules the same way that he disregards social norms and expectations of flowery poetry.  The word choice is sparse, harsh, and clinical, just like the tone.  The shape and organization of the last two sentences allude to the feeling of choices being whittled down, thrown off a bridge, of hope dwindling but not disappearing entirely.  Here is what it looks like:

"we have narrowed it down to
the butcherknife and the
mockingbird.
wish us
luck."