EL Kabong
Got a gee tar picker
frettin' over my shit
stickin' my neck out
just to
string 'im along
figure to be gettin'
punked
anytime soon
note to self;
keep twang from text
hmmm...
WHAT WOULD
NEIL YOUNG
DO?
Right Knee
kinda sore
walked it into a cactus today
(could happen to anyone)
leg jumped back
however,
it was the weight bearing one-
started to fall
(yeah, onto the cactus)
right elbow
(the thinking part of the body this time)
refused to...
Hard Times
He lived in a poor part of town.
Poor and tough.
But the day they stole his limp,
the limp he got from a childhood injury-
that was the day he knew he was leaving.
Had hidden his sense of humour well-
but what if they found out he had one?
Couldn't chance losing that...
" THE WAR IS IN THE SOUTH "
George Orwell- 1984
You don't have to read it
we're living it
as the world famine continues
and dog farming is only for the rich
while we subsist on
rat cheese and pigeon pie
squirrel stew on sunday
8 to 80
who wouldn't go to fight
3 MREs a day...
JUST READ
another of Buke's poems
mother slays me
started writin'
'cause he showed
i could make some of the rules
then i started thinkin'
" if i could be sorta like him "
then
"I can do it almost just as good "
( as him )
then
" I can get better than him "...
I LOVE MY MOTHER
but am afraid to be near her.
Afraid the ancient anger
from childhood hungers
will be triggered again
by her simply being herself.
She is innocent of any wrongdoing.
Back then and now.
Hoping what i'm doing isn't wrong.
How can my heart feel so heavy...
LOVE IS
My wife's been driving for 3 years now.
1st ticket for not stopping at a stop sign.
" I stopped, the police woman didn't see me. "
2nd for U-turn on 84- clipped a cab.
" He was going too fast "
Now the 3rd
Changed lanes (with a signal ) into a F-150
Undercover (not...
who can i make happy
who can i make sad
who don't give a shit
who can be had
when you think anyone else
makes you are the way you are
you haven't a chance of ever being
what it is you really be
and if you think this is written
to influence y'all at all
you're too...
WE WERE BAD
We were bad in heaven
and here we are
in hell
See how beautiful the earth is
and we despoil it
are we not acting as demons
See our opportunities
to act unselfishly
for the good of all
yet we obey others
who urge us to kill
Is this not the activity of...
SHARON FROST
Pale, smooth, unblemished skin
Thin, straight nose line
Smiling, cupids' bow lips
Hair so blonde it was almost white
Very fine, moved in the breeze
Blue Eyes- not piercing- happy, kind
She invited me to her house.
There was a problem with the
cupboard...
SHE SAID
" I dont understand Bukowski "
He-" Do you understand life? "
S-" No "
H-" Perhaps he is life "
S-" No, he's just a man "
H-" Now you understand him "
S-" O.K. Then what about life? "
H-" I dunno. "
Aaaah Bukowski
tortured twisted
drunkard of genius
Eternal Nova of
inspiration's spark
Meloncholy Madman
of the Muse
Unsocial conscience
of society
Sublime sign of time
Blackguard of prose...
a brit concerned about grammer and punctuation
go figger
(don't know 'bout your side of the pond
over here it's mustn't )
now before y'all, and i do mean all of ya, start jumpin' up and down
i'm just sayin' hello to the guy
in my playul, inimicable manner
he gets it
don'tcha, mate...
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