Bukwoski

This is hard to say a lot about, the poem is about someone that seems arrogant and would remind one of the late Bukowski. This is not a dig on Bukowski I do respect him as a writer.

You remind me, and reminded me instantly
of a man I know exclusively through death
and through tomes, pages, videos, and words.

Some know him as a boring unacademic genius
his words like black birds flap off the page
and seem to say nothing but rather squawk.

Bukowski, was his name, being a dirty old man
with an arrogant streak and quite a list of vices
those things were his games and for his namesake.

I regret that you can't claim that title just yet,
you still seem obvlivious to your stereotypical
typed pages and your ridiculous and fantastic

approach to the world and religion, how cliche
such things have become but somehow this world
when you say it to your liberally closed minded kind

"Oh, art!" "Oh, freedom!" "Oh, how delightfully random!"
those kind always exclaim with your middle class
bohemia in the middle of a small town bearing

sky-scraper disguises, it is quite a thing
when you don't notice the people and their
identical motives to you but rahter notice

your superior motives to their's, none of this
seems possible none of this seems posable
but the day you swore it was love of this

"lifestyle" a forced lifestyle is the day
I said goodbye, before hello fell out of my mouth
and I said it was that and that was that was that

and indeed it was, yes, I see Bukowski in your eyes
and no, I don't see him in mine if you must ask
I see only my eyes staring back through the looking glass

Author's Note

I am quite aware that I gave up on punctuation after awhile.

Reviews

[Gabriella]

I have never read Bukowski, but I have one criticism about this poem. Don't worry, it's an easy fix. You spelled his name wrong in the title.

[Ben]

Very good. I love your writing style. Great job!