Look: I have a vision
Look: I have a poetic vision
An apparition, a can of beer,
Some cigarettes, that's all
It's my religion, a religion minus
The bearded old fart on the wall
Glowing heart shining through the chest's incision
Finger extended: follow God's call.
Pretty hot.
But no.
Because I said so.
I have my beer and my cigarettes
They'll kill me? Fine.
I'll be a martyr to the cause
The the Bukowski religion; the poetic vision
An appealing reality
Not some lousy fantasy
Buk - the Dali Lama,
Gandhi, Nietzsche, Hegel,
Marx, Jesus, etc.
They've got nothing on you.
*Drink*
Author notes
Hm . . .
A contest entry
- Bukowski/Ginsberg by Beata.
600 points, ended October 2, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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God. I lovet this thing. As much as I hate the word- dauntless.
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Brilliant.
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The flow is awesome, I loved the way this was written...Like you were yelling at the wall, (for some odd reason that is what popped into my head at the time while I was reading this) I absolutly loved it!
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