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Why do you need your right hand if you aren't writing: Rounds 4 and 5.
Driving west, up Alcatraz,
then north, down College Avenue,
repeatingly slamming
your hand against the
steering wheel,
air drumming.
Pretend you can't feel
the swelling. Imagine
your ten hour drive
in the morning;
reservations
bruise a deep yellow purple.
One patio post will not
crumble. The toilet seat
falls swift and awkward,
if you were kneeling
more could be accomplished.
Don't worry or feel sorry,
making me a drunk writer hero
would be a mistake, though
bukowski wishes he had my liver.
Decadence has turned my memory
into a chalkboard. I have forgotten
more imagery than your drunk inspiration
affords you, amateur. Ezra Pound
would cry if he could see out
my eye balls - with the proper corrective lenses.
1411 College Avenue.
I am here. She is silent and
I cannot lift my arm
to touch her cheek. "Yeah"
in a low mumble, she opens
her own door, understanding
I haven't the slightest idea
what I am upset about tonight.
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Comment by: Somnius Online- 2008-04-28 08:43
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| I really enjoyed the last stanza. Was cool, the whole thing, but that's a given. I think the great thing is the display of emotion. I dunno how you do it. The awkwardness is well displayed, the anger, it all gets out there. 'Decadence has turned my memory into a chalkboard' is my favorite line. Just, awesome. |
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Comment by: champagne Online- 2007-12-30 04:56
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Catchy title. I have a friend who just had his right arm amputated above the elbow, he could answer that question and compare anger excuses, too.
I like the poem, the disdain for capitalization as if bukowski is a peer to the words you write. It's great, irreverant and perceptive.
The opening strophe is rich and carried me through the poem, anticipating the next hard hitting image after the next. Really good read. |
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Comment by: bella25 - 2007-12-17 19:49
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| Strong ending and a powerful impact. I really enjoyed reading this. |
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| There is a very profound sense of grandeur in this poem, leading the reader to know that the author knows he is better or feels he is better than any other author. Having a sense of self-reliance and confidence is very important for an author especially in today's market. The only question I have is the word "kneeing" was this meant to be kneeling? Or as it reads? The Bukowski line makes me chuckle. |
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| This definitely gives a good impression of confusion and a biting, misplaced anger. Nicely done. |
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