Descending bukowski

So. With you gone for a small

two days. I still did silly stuff.

                Like find my descendents CD,

                                realize it was scratched to hell

                                and bought a new one.

Just so I could listen to it over and over again

until you came back.

 

I bought your recommended book.

and read late into the night, until

my eyes blurred and I wanted to

sacrifice myself to the marvel that

is in fact,                              bukowski

 

The whole time having that same feeling,

worried that I was still sitting

at some figurative table, and you’d

already left,                        long gone.

 

But I woke this morning,

                with messages in my inbox

small screaming signals that

I hadn’t been forgotten. I smiled

like an idiot at 8 in the morning,

                                after not sleeping enough,

yet I still felt like I could have conquered the

world around me. Just then.

 

Reviews

[kaycee]

I love this one. So cute and perfect. Wasting time just til you see them again. I know the feeling.

Also, Bukowski...I applaud your taste!

[~amanda~]

this poem is so rich in content. i could read it over and over and still find something new every time. great write!

[Parker Pearl]

oh man.
let's just hang out already.
:)

[crap]

really like the structure, consider revising the title to something a little more specific, doesn't add that much to the poem.