Sunday, May 21, 2017

Charles Bukowski- what would Bukowski say? (his wrists are rivers/his fingers are words)

Assistant editor Frosty                                     

asking: "Tama, in these 
unusual times
it seems more is 
needed than even
favorite treats! 
Have you any 
suggestions?"

"Yes, Frosty", says Tama, 
"I agree... and let's ask 
Mr. Charles Bukowski!!!

Mister Editor, can Frosty and I create a post of what Buck would say?"

Excellent suggestion, Noble Assistant Editors: this post is all yours...

                'those men                                   
                were all
                children
                once

                what has happened
                to 
                them?'


    'the horns of reason are muted as
    the laughter of fools blockades the air'


                'you are so 
                pompous
                in your
                knowledge
                so assured
                that you are
                on a hot roll

                you 
                imitators of
                other
                pretenders'



'they become unalive
because they are unable to
pause
undo themselves
unkink
unseen
unlearn
roll clear.'

                  'note
                  the obedient applause,
                  the death of the bluebird,
                  the shading of the sun;
                  the hooves of the horses from
                  hell
                  pounding on the barren
                  ground
                  of the human spirit.'


          'they are a bad bet,
          the worst you can make.'


'oh, Jesus or somebody
help us, help us, help
us,
save us from
these,
the centuries have
reeked with them.'


          'then I back out, swing around and enter the 
          real world 
          again.'


                            'I walk into the front room
                            look out the south window, it
                            looks fine out there:  trees, lawn
                            shrubbery,
                            not a jackal in
                            sight.'


Noble Assistant Editors, the best thanks I can give you is one last poem from C. Bukowski...

                              'tonight
                              in this house,
                              with
                              2 cats
                              who tell me
                              without
                              effort
                              all that there
                              is
                              to know.'



see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


above quotes from C. Bukowski's 'The Last Night Of The Earth Poems',
and, a touch of 'Betting On The Muse'

            thank you, Linda Lee Bukowski, and, our Judith

           darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com


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