Tuesday, August 16, 2005

On Bukowski’s Birthday

Not Brautigan – the other guy
who starts with B. Yeah, Bukowski,
that’s right. I get them mixed up.

Used to like his stuff. Liked both,
to be honest. Plain speech poets.
I don’t do that much, now,

my inner Beat has lost his cool.
I think it stepped in front of Sexton’s
speeding Cougar. Or was that

a mirrored tiger, in a coat
of many colors? Psychedelic,
man. Let me hide this stash

of words and we’ll head to the party.
Wouldn’t do to take them along;
you know? No one there is a user.

No one there smokes this shit.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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