Jim Trainer

FOR CHARLES BUKOWSKI ON HIS 96TH BIRTHDAY

In Being A Poet, Being A Writer, Charles Bukowski, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing, writing about writing on August 16, 2016 at 10:20 am

by celebrating with us
his
shrinking nights
&sharing with us
his fool’s joy
by sitting back
with his booze
for a total eclipse
of the world he knew
and kissing it all
goodbye
Hank gave poetry some balls,
he gave the soggy road some heart
the classical music on hot
San Pedro nights
was nothing compared to the
symphony he played
the man roared
he
played death,
and bluffed,
and won
he bluffed and raised the stakes
for us all
he sat at the center
of humanity’s
blind orbits of idiocy
and sidelined it
on the skid rows of East Hollywood.
he had a toothless smile
as wide as the Buddha he typed in front of
in his last peaceful years,
a far cry from his
cruel factory days
when racked&buckled
under the sad no chance pain
and he looked that pain
in it’s most vicious and glaring
yellow eye
and Hank asked
“Why?”

don’t try.

 

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