Ah Bukowski
You old dog
How do you do it?
How do you always make me feel better?
You confessed your trick –
‘No grand statement’
Which is fine
Because there can’t be
When you’re on this level of honesty
and when you’re celebrating
Like you do
He takes you there, Buk
Old Buk
To the string vest
Sweat
Beardiness
German slob
So German
Watching the Americans
Liking his pussy
Loving his drink
Tapping at the type-writer
Pre-empting critics
And playing
But he takes you there
To the memories
The stock images – whore, fighting sailor, roominghouse with cockroaches & crazy neighbour, naked co-ed, Hollywood party, drink, fire
But there’s something universal too
He saw because he did.
As he taps,
Shrugging
Experimenting
Grinning
Slugging
His cat lolling
His wife huffing
He smiles
and
We see
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"After Reading Bukowski take 2"
Charles Bukowski
'd been in the slaughterhouses,
factories, the jails.
he was so god-damned
tough
so god-damned tough
he worked on a railroad track
(well he did)
he could write a poem
with his left hand
while playing darts with his
right
and he used forms
that were
a little
random.
i bought a spoken word
CD of his
he had a high squeaky
voice
but i prefer to think of
him cracking
beer caps
with his
teeth.
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