Bukowski's Muse

Yes, I admit
my work is never posh
I've never liked fancy poetry
I don’t need a vocabulary of big words, because
sending my reader to a dictionary simply isn’t my style
I prefer to make them cringe
and blush
that is indeed where the richness truly comes from is it not?
pure honesty of who and what has just been fucked
prostitutes and dogs galore?
even one great poem
that gets the reader thinking, thinking about the magnificent
and of course extremely ugly imagery
and emotion from each un poised line
waiting anxiously for the next
and in some very rare cases
the reader becomes envious
because isn’t that what poetry is?
and finally… the last line
that always gives us the satisfaction of impact?
Bukowski admitted
that his very best friends and finest company to keep
were Bach and Mozart
and the only true reason he loved them
was because, they were already dead
so maybe, just maybe, right now
they are all together somewhere
composing a delightful masterpiece?
whilst I, his muse...
am living very happily in limbo?

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Comments
Consider me envious
lol 🤣 cool dear Rory. 🌹