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As you sit down Poised to write a Poem on your Sister’s old black Typewriter, a Ghostly Mr Bukowski comes And puts his hand On your shoulder; He’s puffing hard On a phantom Cigarette and Leaning, scanning The page and what You’ve written so Far. You’ve written Nothing about ***** broads or cats, He says, dropping Ghostly ash on The new carpet, Not a word here About *** or Bets or getting Drunk, he adds, then Inhaling deep, Coughing, wheezing, Squeezing your thin Shoulder, letting Off a puffy Phantom **** You Need to tell the Reader things to Get them to turn The page, get them To want to drink Or **** he says. It’s my poem, Bukowski, you Reply, but he Has gone now, the Room is chilly, The carpet has Ghostly ash and Your glass of white Wine is empty. You sit there poised Over the old Typewriter, the Poem half done, Half waiting to Be written, the Fingers itching To be done. If Bukowski comes Again, he can Write the next new Poem, he can Write the next one.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
BUKOWSKI COMES.
As you sit down Poised to write a Poem on your Sister’s old black Typewriter, a Ghostly Mr Bukowski comes And puts his hand On your shoulder; He’s puffing hard On a phantom Cigarette and Leaning, scanning The page and what You’ve written so Far. You’ve written Nothing about ***** broads or cats, He says, dropping Ghostly ash on The new carpet, Not a word here About *** or Bets or getting Drunk, he adds, then Inhaling deep, Coughing, wheezing, Squeezing your thin Shoulder, letting Off a puffy Phantom **** You Need to tell the Reader things to Get them to turn The page, get them To want to drink Or **** he says. It’s my poem, Bukowski, you Reply, but he Has gone now, the Room is chilly, The carpet has Ghostly ash and Your glass of white Wine is empty. You sit there poised Over the old Typewriter, the Poem half done, Half waiting to Be written, the Fingers itching To be done. If Bukowski comes Again, he can Write the next new Poem, he can Write the next one.
terry-collett
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English
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
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