After Hearing Bukowski Read

War

War decides the victor,

Not the right and neither reason.

Unthinking, it is dead,

A pair of cats whose paws swing out.

When I refused promotion
I was discharged from the service

And told that I was crazy.

It was absolutely true.

Everybody in a fight

Believes he's right.

12-8-13

 

War

Strewn on the battlefield like ants,

The corpses littered the ground.

Camus and Sartre walked it.

And nothing made a sound.

And this is the goal of living.

To lie in the dirt in state.

And in the parks and churches

Yankees celebrate.

So it's been forever.

And so it is today.

Idiots have reasons.

Proud the soldiers, fey.

A Scene

Autonomous fantasies

Flick through my brain

Whenever I shut my eyes.

Colorful butterflies

Slip through the rain

That fills the autumn skies.

Birds in trees beneath the drops

Spread their wings and shake the dew.

When precipitation stops,

And half an oval sun comes through

The shadowy leafless branches and a cloud,

A place on earth with fragrance is endowed.

12-7-13

 

After Hearing Bukowski Read

The “Fanfare For The Common Man”

Is almost seven minutes long.

That's enough. Bukowski reigns,

Laughs at art and drinks a beer,

Laughs at grammar and his fans

Laugh at grammar too.

Nothing matters to a Yankee,

Nothing worth a damn.

12-7-13

 

Without Cause

She doesn't know my reasons.

As if in a spell

Acting without motives,

That dreams at night will tell,

Expressing her resentment,

Nurturing her blame,

I am just an effigy,

No father and no name.

12-7-13