Thursday, March 19, 2009

as the blade floats in the air punch the keys

bukowski kept
a butcher
taped to
the kitchen

not unlike
a fire extinguisher
where he could
rip it down
at anytime
& put out
the inner fire
once & for

but it stayed
on the door
as it swung
back & forth
as he entered
to open another
of beer
& then returned
to his old desk
& filled
the ashtray
& punched
the machine
for him
for us

every one
of these acts
a postponed
removal of
the duct tape
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.