PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I wrote a new poem

about Bukowski

and I was forced to smirk

I gleefully subject myself

to self flagellation

over utter lack of originality

now I’m one of hundreds

one of thousands

I pretend my drunkenness

is different, special

separate from the common rubes

I raise my brow

to indicate my bardic stature

a ruse I hope, at least a few,

will be foolish enough to buy