The next line is the worst garbage He snorts this Curse nursing it for the worse as Synapses across lobes stretch for one Another crackling in the charge Of words; bursting thoughts Powder trail across dots As shot through two barrels He's being held Over one bound by metal heaving Retching Wretched bromide He snorts another; floating Bukowski's gloating Delivering his letters between Cigarettes and The bare legs of onehundreddollar whores Lines done while drinking beers Never got the idea he was a poet Never snorted Sewage nor spewed it Out, down To earth himself Broken brilliant in the rough
d’Verse OLN #322
This is a poem I wrote back in June ’20, not long at all after I launched The Skeptic’s Kaddish. It was inspired by and written as a tribute to Charles Bukowski; and I came across it again just today after not having read it for quite some time… So, I would like to share it for today’s d’Verse Open Link Night.
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40 thoughts on “Bukowski, or: Runoff”
Very Bukowski! Cheers for this, impressive. Bukowski is a controversial figure because of his crassness, which does come of a crass background, and at the same time I can’t help but respect the ones who continue in their works despite hands dealt.
💚🙏🏻 Angela 🙏🏻💚 ~ I totally agree with that
Must say I haven’t read him… he has had a lot of influence, but sometimes the unpleasantness looks a bit like posing.
I’ve watched documentaries ’bout him, and it seems he really did have a difficult life, much like he writes about.
I like Bukowski. He tells it like it is and doesn’t pull any punches. Sometimes life ain’t pretty. I really enjoy your work with this poem!
It took me many years, probably even decades, to stop missing going out and getting messed up. I was self-medicating. I was never addicted to alcohol, never had to go through rehab, but when I was younger, I had a hollow leg. It’s a good thing I never did cocaine. Judging by my experiences when I was given morphine in the hospital, that’s a drug I could have become addicted to.
These days I’d sooner nail my foot to the floor than to go out drinking and carousing.
🙏🏻🤍 Cara 🤍🙏🏻 ~ thanks! For me, his poetry takes me places I would otherwise never have been… I find it somewhat fascinating!
Even (or especially) Bukowski gets the hit of your wit. Takes all types to make a world, ‘tis said. Love the style of it, David, and you and he both talented poets. 🙏❤️
🙏🏻🤍 Lia 🤍🙏🏻
A lot of people idolize Bukowski, but I’ve never been a “Buk” fan myself. he does come up with a fine line here and there, but his work is generally so soaked in booze and low living that it turns me off. I don’t have virgin ears, and I love Ginsberg et al, but not Bukowski. I just always feel like I need a bath after reading him.
I totally get it. Personally, I find his words different enough from my own writings to be somewhat fascinating!
vivid imagery David!
“As shot through two barrels
He’s being held
Over one bound by metal heaving
💖 Cindy 💖
🤍The next line is the worst garbage🤍
💜 Abi 💜