THE OBLIGATORY CALIFORNIA POEM

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U.S. BLUES

 

reading Bukowski

on the toilet

and awaiting

the obligatory California poem

 

& the tension mounts

& I find the words

slamming into reverse

and heading backwards

in my head

 

until I just feel like

saying, “Fuck it!”

I can’t take it no more

 

but I do continue

& bang down beers

in the solitude

of my hotel room

 

with verse treading back

& time ticking away

only beer remains

 

time = minutes

+ hours

fading into

utter nothingness

 

8-13-94

Sacramento, CA



 

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