me and Bukowski

She said that she loved me

loved my personality

loved my kisses

on her slim lips

loved the way

that I made love

Loved everything about me

but she also said

that I have my faults

my changes

my anger issues

my alcohol induced soap box speeches

so I fortified myself....

Is this wrong

am I an alcoholic

am I a holocaustic a*****e

do I run away

do I hide.....?

Yes...

I think I do

my poetry comes from truth

it comes from experience

it come up through the floorboards

nailed and silent....

poetry comes from my heart

my lungs

my visual concepts

it comes up through you

my readers

my reviews

questions

and hatred

Maybe I admire myself to much

maybe I have to much dignity

maybe my mother loved me to much

let me scream

and roll around on the floor to much

maybe she forgot about my past to much

the disease of my youth

...the diease...

I titled my last poem that

"my disease"

This is now a question

of why

of how

of many other things...

I've been told

that my poetry is like

that of Bukowski

Did I win a prize

an ego trip...maybe

Related to one of my idols

but also shadowed by his greatness....

this makes me silent

makes me timid...

makes me wonder and dream

that just maybe

I too am the worlds greatest loser

Reviews

[MrJodie]

Like the introspective loathing bit. It's a little harsh but also slightly irreverent in his pleading for approval.

It actually makes me afraid for the author, just a little. Okay, maybe more than a little.

I want to know that the character is going to be okay. I also want to make sure the author's okay, too.

Of course, that was probably the intention. Clever.

[Gray]

Your style is related to Charles Bukowski. Is he an influence of your poetry?

There is also a similarity with John Yarmus style.

Gray