Ode to Bukowski

this poet may have submitted
several poems to you for your
instantaneous written assassination
of the shit i jotted down on cheap
coffee and cigarette stained paper,
but i would have at least included
a bottle of liquor with the poem.

i witnessed the several hundred
women exit your apartment room
with a bit of a wobble and a
smirk that extended beyond the
back of her melted neck hair,
along with the disdain that
is associated with your list.

you enjoy the classicals;
Beethoven, Mozart, Bach,
et al,
but i’m on that sizzurp
and enjoy my Kanye,
Drake, Kendrick, J. Cole,
Tupac, Biggie, Eminem,
Outkast, NWA, DMX,
Lauryn Hill, Missy,
and The Weeknd.

Nonetheless, i’m just gonna get fucked up
and deal with the rent at another time.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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