Maybe I should become like Charles Bukowski

Maybe I should become like Charles Bukowski.
I would write self satisifed poetry,
like a drunk who knows better how to put one word after the other
than how to put one foot infront of the other.
I would built degenerate sandcastles and be happy with where I was
even in the mud
in the puddles
on the street.

Maybe I should become like Charles Bukowski.
Drink sangria in a topless bar
just to feel the taste of the beach
in the gutter.

Maybe I should become like Charles Bukowski
be pissed off at Camus and love Kafka only for his filth.
Maybe I should change and become a chauvinist with an attitude
and do nothing but write, drink and lay.
Maybe I should become like Charles Bukowski
and see the soul in everyman
no matter their mask.

Maybe I should
but you know that I won't.
Maybe I should
but the part that has it in me
dies thousand deaths each time I read him.
 

Reviews

[~amanda~]

i love bukowski. he offends my senses, but he is addicting. this poem is fabulous! thanks for sharing!

[Silvia - Scribo, Ergo S..]

Oh, what a fabulous (literally as well) ride through the stanzas this is! Snotty almost, fresh and cheeky. Love it! xxx

spelling: 3rd stanza - pissed off (not of) and chauvinist (not shovenist)