Can we honor BUK with a poem here? (1 Viewer)

[1fsh2fsh]

and maybe not so bukowskish?... do I dare say that?

 

[David]

Among twenty snowy mountains
The only thing moving was the eye of the blackbird

 

[Bukfan]

I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of

 

[Father Luke]

filthy rats in the gutter, and more . . .

For posterity:

filthy rats in the gutter - by bukowski.net

She said I must have been good in bed when
I was younger.

I got dressed, and I left.

Then I went to the nearest bar.

I lucked into one that didn't
make you puke when you went into the crapper.

And as I finished, my wallet fell
into the toilet.

So, I stood on my head and sang opera,
and cursed the hairy-assed flies
while the meager contents of my wallet
slowly dried.

I went out into the bar again,
and noticed I was in my black socks.

I'd taken my shoes off to dry, and had
left them behind in the restroom.

The flies were getting comfortable
on my smelly shoes.

I fished out the dried bills
from my wallet and
headed straight over to the
East Hollywood Liquor Store
For two six-packs (tall) and a
pint of Scotch.

On my way out, I felt
my mouth stretching to grin,
watching two rats in the gutter, fucking.

We're all rats I thought
to my self,(grinning a little grin).
The whole world is just fucking rats.

Little rats with
little brains
little Republicans voting
for little men with shiny foreheads
and rat souls.

I remembered what she had said
and asked myself,
how can you tell if a rat is old or young?
when does he stop being good in bed?

That was previous.

The current stands like this:

Among twenty snowy mountains
The only thing moving was the eye of the blackbird.

I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of

 

[Purple Stickpin]

how many times I had wondered
if the eyes
of the people I had been
talking to
might flicker, if only
occasionally

 

[Father Luke]

Among twenty snowy mountains
The only thing moving was the eye of the blackbird.

I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of how many times I had
wondered if the eyes of the people I had been
talking to might flicker, if only occasionally.

I took a long breath,
looking at the entire light of the universe
shining forth from a bare hallway bulb.

 

[Gerard K H Love]

Do I exsist

 

[Kingcargo.jb]

I realized that I didn't care
one way or the other

 

[Ponder]

Yes, and only one or two lines at a time...

I vote for 1 line max.

 

[Father Luke]

Yes, and only one or two lines at a time...

I vote for 1 line max.

Point of clarification:

one line or one sentence

 

[David]

Until I saw my cats playing at my feet

 

[Black Swan]

with a headless mouse

 

[Carterofmars]

Lets stick to the original format I posted whores! ;)

I'd like to see a collaboration from the members of this forum on this poem. I'll start with the first line and anyone can contribute the next line, and just one line please. You decide where line breaks, and stanzas will end and begin.

The maximum length is 50 lines; unless someone thinks the poem is complete before then. When complete, well see how we collectively speak and feel.

I read some of comments and I agree... not so Bukish. And, be serious... unless you can't really help yourself then what the hell.


Great stuff so far... the poems collected should get a page itself.


So far this is what we have on this one....


Among twenty snowy mountains
The only thing moving
was the eye of the blackbird.

I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of how many times
I had wondered if the eyes
of the people I had been talking to might flicker,
if only occasionally.

Do I exist?

I realized that I didn't care
one way or the other
Until I saw my cats playing at my feet
with a headless mouse


joe

 

[Gerard K H Love]

Lets stick to the original format I posted whores! ;)

Okay Joe, put the strop away. It was all my sleepless fault.

Fine thread, but is it art?

 

[Carterofmars]

now I'll do the next line...


the poor bastard never had a chance



who's taking the next line?

 

[Carterofmars]

Okay Joe, put the strop away. It was all my sleepless fault.

Fine thread, but is it art?

Is it not?


joe

 

[David]

Because the world had him by the throat

 

[Carterofmars]

the eye of the blackbird by bukowski.net

Among twenty snowy mountains
the only thing moving
was the eye of the blackbird.

I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of how many times
I had wondered if the eyes
of the people I had been talking to might flicker,
if only occasionally.

Do I exist?

I realized that I didn't care
one way or the other
Until I saw my cats
playing at my feet
with a headless mouse.

The poor bastard
never had a chance
because the world
had him by the throat.



Ok who wants to start the next one?

joe

 

[Purple Stickpin]

Ok who wants to start the next one?

One line is never enough

 

[Carterofmars]

NEW POEM

One line is never enough
I hear while tucking the paper

 

[Bukfan]

I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of

What happend to my 2 lines here? They came right after the starting lines!
(Censorship, he cried! Censorship! :D)

 

[Purple Stickpin]

See it below, mate!

the eye of the blackbird by bukowski.net

Among twenty snowy mountains
the only thing moving
was the eye of the blackbird.

I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of how many times
I had wondered if the eyes
of the people I had been talking to might flicker,
if only occasionally.

Do I exist?

I realized that I didn't care
one way or the other
Until I saw my cats
playing at my feet
with a headless mouse.

The poor bastard
never had a chance
because the world
had him by the throat.



Ok who wants to start the next one?

joe

 

[Bukfan]

Right, PS! I did'nt read it carefully enough. How embarrassing!:o

 

[Carterofmars]

NP ;)

 

[Carterofmars]

Ok so this is the new one.


Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper


Who's writing line 3?

joe

 

[Gerard K H Love]

into her soft hand

 

[Carterofmars]

Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Line 3: into her soft hand

 

[David]

while mockingbirds, cats, tarantulas, and cold dogs in the courtyard wished me luck

 

[Black Swan]

it seems like every second weekend had ended this way.

 

[1fsh2fsh]

while mockingbirds, cats, tarantulas, and cold dogs in the courtyard wished me luck

theres one in every crowd...:rolleyes: don't follow leaders, watch the parkin....

 

[Carterofmars]

How should we treat these?

 

[Gerard K H Love]

We need an editor.

 

[Carterofmars]

We'll omit the overtly silly ones.


who's next?

 

[Carterofmars]

so far on this one....

Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Line 3: into her soft hand;
Line 4: it seems like every second weekend had ended this way.

Next line?

 

[HarryC13]

thinking of the shitty, urine-soaked bills
I was going to pay the poor bastard who brought my booze.

Christ, finally somebody has it
worse than me.

 

[Black Swan]

Her ,sitting , pumping ink into her Papermate

 

[David]

Then I drank a cold beer, wrote a poem while listening to Mahler, had a babe, and headed to the track

 

[1fsh2fsh]

well thats enough for me he said, and headed off to find some intellect...

 

[Bukfan]

among the ponies before placing his bet

 

[workproductions]

with his better self, a jockey in position amongst the sad animals, 20 in hand, escape inevitable.