Ode to Bukowski


People think it is easy to sit all day and write,

but what do they know of working and not making any money?
They would think it absurd, an absurd comedy out of a play. Waiting for a book deal.

Waiting for a reply to a magazine.

Waiting for rejection letters.

Waiting for no one.
Years of this. No partner would accept this kind of relationship. I hate
myself. I hate those

so-called poets

who get book deals.
Why do I suck?

Why must I collect

rejection letters. My

poems tell no one’s

story but mine.
I am so poor, I am so

hungry. At least I have

my music

record player

books

typewriter.

I will be dead one day

and everyone
will finally know
I was a poet.
Not that I even care what

society thinks about me

thunderstorms ache.

trees cry

sidewalks shake.

 

I write poems to make a living

rejected

artist. A few times in my life,
I had great connections

with the homeless
the poets hated me.

but not as much

as I hated them.

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14 comments

  1. oldepunk · August 24, 2017

    Bravo 👏

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Eric · August 24, 2017

    WOW! Brava! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · August 24, 2017

      Thank you, Eric, glad you enjoyed it! xo

      Like

  3. J. E. Lattimer · August 24, 2017

    God, I miss Bukowski so much– I know that a few things have been published since he passed away, but it’s still not the same has having him alive and continuing to churn out new poetry. Hope all is well over there, Christina!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · August 24, 2017

      I wrote this after my friend sent me one of his poems. I was inspired. He is incredible. All is well thanks, hope you are too!

      Liked by 1 person

  4. ivanajameson98 · August 30, 2017

    Really good!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Chrissy · September 25, 2017

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas.

    Like

  6. mtaggartwriter · September 25, 2017

    I wish I could have had a beer with this man along side Hemingway.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. vishalbheeroo · September 26, 2017

    The sheer passion on the life of a writer and poet which is no easy game. Words that stirs the mind to strive for perfection 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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