" Du Kannst Mich am Arsch Licken''
'' Kiss my Ass''
the 1 litre cider bottle's out
he takes a swig
then throws his old head back
simulating electric chair death
throws, silence permeates
the wary room
'' Baby....don't....go''
'' Long live Rock n' Roll''
in his thick German accent
before that he asked
*'' Who is Allen Ginsberg-
really, Howl, poetry?''*
someone afterwards says
*'' It's like seeing the ghost
of Bukowski''*
the room doesn't say much
but I feel a warmth
for him, reminding me
of my heart's home:
Berlin. Yes, the Germans
they're like this,
they don't take any ****
their hearts
are made of grit
& their drunks
are different from ours,
yes, they talk
of Nijinsky
& the Ballet Russes
intellectuals
even when they're plastered
*'' You may be my enemy
but with a drink you are my friend''*
he said & echoes of the War
permeated the dark
& faded time back to the present
opening the night
to better things
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
" Du Kannst Mich am Arsch Licken''
'' Kiss my Ass''
the 1 litre cider bottle's out
he takes a swig
then throws his old head back
simulating electric chair death
throws, silence permeates
the wary room
'' Baby....don't....go''
'' Long live Rock n' Roll''
in his thick German accent
before that he asked
*'' Who is Allen Ginsberg-
really, Howl, poetry?''*
someone afterwards says
*'' It's like seeing the ghost
of Bukowski''*
the room doesn't say much
but I feel a warmth
for him, reminding me
of my heart's home:
Berlin. Yes, the Germans
they're like this,
they don't take any ****
their hearts
are made of grit
& their drunks
are different from ours,
yes, they talk
of Nijinsky
& the Ballet Russes
intellectuals
even when they're plastered
*'' You may be my enemy
but with a drink you are my friend''*
he said & echoes of the War
permeated the dark
& faded time back to the present
opening the night
to better things
A drunk German came to our open mic night tonight. It was a surreal, sad yet wonderful experience & made me realize just how much I love the Germans
