The Time of The Poets

Funny how times change.

Remember when naked bodies brought peace?
Then, virgins were a tease
and lust
Was a must
Like jewelry
And divine cruelty.
The poet was deemed Holy
And Bukowski was surely
Mad, his prose a sad fad
Destined to fade away.
-Funny how the years
Erased
Doubts and fears.
Cement hardened
Time abandoned
Artist and poets alike,
Still those remaining fight;
Left the garden,
took to the streets,
Speaking not of the sun,
but the dirt beneath their feet.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Bukowski was a crazy a*s drunk who occasionally wrote some good s**t. Good poem

[Inda]

Thanks Ricochet, i agree, he was all that and more!

[外人 (Gaiji..]

Interesting, I enjoyed it ! How time changes is a very popular topic in poetry and I'm glad to have read how you developed it :)
Nice poem !

[Inda]

Thanks! :)