BukowskiA Poem by Caroline Kellogg
Bukowski spoke to me in a dream;
He said the truth can be a lie & there is beauty in slumming. So I quit my job To become a waitress, & I prayed for the salvation of sour alleys I prayed for a good rain to wash me clean For cigarette smoke to cleanse me like an Indian ceremony. I prayed to find genius in my ignorance. I prayed to find God in the bush, To find God at the bottom of a bottle, To find God as I wandered. My inspiration ran dry like an arroyo. I cursed it. But it put a pox on me instead. I waded into the lake Until my skin pruned up Attempting to channel Plath. I wrote in moleskines To tap into the Lost Generation. I waned from glory To find the disgraced. I tried everything until Bukowski Appeared to me in a fever dream-- A side effect of my Bell Jar moment. He told me there is beauty in slumming So I ditched the 19th century poetry For pulp fiction. I watched MTV & VH1. I gave up prozac for beer. I gave up. I gave up and tried again. © 2014 Caroline Kellogg |
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1 Review Added on June 24, 2014 Last Updated on June 24, 2014 AuthorCaroline KelloggNashville, TNAboutI am experiencing a fall from grace, a reverse apotheosis more..Writing
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