Post by artolmaeus on Jan 21, 2022 1:21:02 GMT -6
preface:. I write many times in a trance where I am just quick waken from just a quick fall and in that state, shit flows and I am not sure where the hose is screwed into. Like 10,000 monkeys in a room with typewriters, there is going to be alot of shit thrown but sometimes there is some emotional tug in my arms and it goes into my hands as I type furiously sometimes at 90 wpm and unsure of grammar, then, I will read it and maybe clean the fuzz on it but not much...then, I never read it for myself and in hindsight it is what I needed to read most of all, yet like some schmuck, I will throw it out into public like a caged monkey....however, someone compared me to Bukowski and pretty much at that time I had a little Shakespeare, Longfellow and drunk ass bastards of.the world's ramblings to pastiche for an exposure for.poetry and sometimes like Red Skeleton saying he had to paint all those clown paintings to get them out of his head...Well, I had never read Bukowski then but I played it off like I was his biographer or something and I read him soon after, so as not to look "ignorant" but I have the part of me as ignorant where most else is quite arrogant and stupid to a fault. Somewhere, I pulled the needle back from some poison well and for the most part I am so proud to have reached a point where I can say openly and to myself that I am not really a.very good person at all, oh I would like to be and I am lazy into doing it and some contrarian thing in me works like a tapeworm in my brain...and in that yeah, I can see Charles and I have the same ilk in our silk which we threw out while wearing a stained cotton button up shirt we ought to wash and iron and then, just a little shower and a change of clothes, it's like being a new man and the sorrow that takes away the joy that you still have a good percentage of the same unwashed son of a bitch fresh toweled and cologned up, yet, it just can't be enjoyed as much as it ought to be, ya know, ain't nobody dope as me, I:m so fresh and clean. Onto the prosaic poetry wordy thing for ole Bukowski:****
Grab that garter but pull off that cap on the bourbon
feelings like a poor person eating cat food pate
gotta have a foundation to spread it on
Maybe a cracker or moldy bread
toast that shit and eat it anyways, you poor fuck!
Yeah, it is that inescapable and goddamned unbreakable
glass window you can press so hard into
and go so deeply looking through
that you get the bends and drown quietly
wherever you are, only you are underwater without gills
and maybe you want to be like everyone else
yeah the ones just coasting in the air
they move so fast while we just notice the stains that took the color of our shoes
but they do their job
Where did love go that we missed it
oh there was pussy everywhere of you wanted to trouble with it
but only in hindsight did you catch that you did not see the girl
woman, lady person cunt
and you realize that your eyes are.only as high.as your needs be
but they are sharp.focused.on every one of your wants
love love love, but you give it
of course, you expect it
I mean you want it and you need it
and everyone gets.it wrong.and maybe
the wrong path goes.on and on
and yes, people are not good
people are not good to people
and people use people
and people need people
but like popping a pimple
some run the puss across their fingers in fascination
and most wash their hands
and many just leave and let be
still, you never get.past.the.glass.condom
you're trapped in and the your balls
get to shoot and you cum
yet the window gets more blurry for it
to where only in memories do you see it sharply as you shaped a David and Delilah from all that shit
and then, that thing hits
it ain't remorse and it ain't regret
and I know this one thing
it may be what is.mostly.yours.and mine
but I am a diabetic, damnit
fucking aayy Charles, I miss.the bourbon not it's bottle
I sew my shoelaces back together and I shoplift my tuna fish
damnit
Grab that garter but pull off that cap on the bourbon
feelings like a poor person eating cat food pate
gotta have a foundation to spread it on
Maybe a cracker or moldy bread
toast that shit and eat it anyways, you poor fuck!
Yeah, it is that inescapable and goddamned unbreakable
glass window you can press so hard into
and go so deeply looking through
that you get the bends and drown quietly
wherever you are, only you are underwater without gills
and maybe you want to be like everyone else
yeah the ones just coasting in the air
they move so fast while we just notice the stains that took the color of our shoes
but they do their job
Where did love go that we missed it
oh there was pussy everywhere of you wanted to trouble with it
but only in hindsight did you catch that you did not see the girl
woman, lady person cunt
and you realize that your eyes are.only as high.as your needs be
but they are sharp.focused.on every one of your wants
love love love, but you give it
of course, you expect it
I mean you want it and you need it
and everyone gets.it wrong.and maybe
the wrong path goes.on and on
and yes, people are not good
people are not good to people
and people use people
and people need people
but like popping a pimple
some run the puss across their fingers in fascination
and most wash their hands
and many just leave and let be
still, you never get.past.the.glass.condom
you're trapped in and the your balls
get to shoot and you cum
yet the window gets more blurry for it
to where only in memories do you see it sharply as you shaped a David and Delilah from all that shit
and then, that thing hits
it ain't remorse and it ain't regret
and I know this one thing
it may be what is.mostly.yours.and mine
but I am a diabetic, damnit
fucking aayy Charles, I miss.the bourbon not it's bottle
I sew my shoelaces back together and I shoplift my tuna fish
damnit
