I'm not Bukowski
I don't care what you say
I'm not Bukowski
You never said I was but I don't care
I'm still not Bukowski
No, it's not pretentious to compare myself to him
I can say I'm not Bukowski
I don't write poems about degrading women while I ****

I'm just brushing my teeth in a gas station bathroom
Thinking about this poem
Or whatever it is
Thinking about you
I miss you emotionally and sexually
And I'm drunk

But I'm still not Bukowski
**** I wish I was
He'd know how to end this
I have no idea how to end this
Poem
These feelings
I'm not ******* Bukowski

I stopped smoking
In case you were wondering
I don't know why you would
But I did

I still remember the last time I did it
It was that night
You were there
I think about that night more than you do
How it went,
Should have gone,
You were

Crying about some one else
I just listened
I watched the smoke
Thinking it wasn't delicate
But dangerous
It reminded me of you

Tonight I'm really ******* craving a cigarette

Gypsy Rose Lee.
Is that you or me?
Does that make you Baby June?

The favourite and best
No concern for the rest
You sing and you dance in the tune.

Or just like Gypsy
You learn how to strip tease
The glamour and glitz of the night.

But who's mama Rose?
And how could I know?
She pushes and leads to a fight.

But Gypsy is magic
And a rare art form
And June is so dainty
Doesn't know when she's born
She's the centre of attention
She's the first one who speaks
And Gypsy is left there
Still being Louise.

Chow mein and lambs
Travel the land
A show on vaudeville stage.

Let me entertain you
Let me have a try too
Honey, were you not entertained?

She finds something to cavil at in everything I say
Winter, summer; spring, autumn; night or day
I will love her, more than life; no matter what
Every April; June, July, August; even May

Saturday, June 20, 2015

We have
Been there
Remember?
I don't
What a blast it was
Thee yeaaaah!!!
I do
You don't

You were aiming for the moon,
lifting your head as high as your neck would let you

But as you were walking,
you forgot to look down

...
so you slipped and fell

Like a rainbow tiger
Thoughts catch me a cold
The ones there before the sundown
Like can we, me trust lost souls
Cause theyve lost mine
Rewind old voices maybe it makes us feel shivers down our spines
I know theres two of me sometimes
I know theres two of me somewhere
Sitting & dealing with cardio sickness
I know theres two here somwhere

sickly, sticky, sweaty
this humidity houses me
contains comfort in its
slowly shifting drafts of moisture
oh a summer evening
it's been raining all day
the best way
the on again
off again
torrential downpours
nature's attempts to purge
a fresh start once more
but as the rain departs
it leaves dark traces
some of what it carried
left behind, once more