Hank (1 Viewer)

[Robert]

You son of a bitch.

[snip]

Edit: - no 'poetry' please. Ed.

 

[number6horse]

Please - none of us are going to high-five you for posting free-verse in a Bukowski forum, man !

You're just another dude playing air-guitar next to the drum-riser of every Van Halen tribute band from here to Santa Cruz.

 

[Johannes]

Listen, man, that's shit. Write about some real things, like Harold Pinter. Now look, he wrote about FOOTBALL:


American Football

Hallelujah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.

It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!

Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.



(Harold Pinter)

 

[mjp]

I'm not sure exactly what's happened here, but I'm pretty sure Bukowski would have hated it, and all of you.