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Essential Bukowski: Poetry

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2019
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yes, count them now

sad, sad

your feelings boiling over flame,

get this down.

a poem is a city (#ulink_97afd76e-d614-5145-9260-54ba7270348b)

a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers

filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,

filled with banality and booze,

filled with rain and thunder and periods of

drought, a poem is a city at war,

a poem is a city asking a clock why,

a poem is a city burning,

a poem is a city under guns

its barbershops filled with cynical drunks,

a poem is a city where God rides naked

through the streets like Lady Godiva,

where dogs bark at night, and chase away

the flag; a poem is a city of poets,

most of them quite similar

and envious and bitter . . .

a poem is this city now,

50 miles from nowhere,

9:09 in the morning,

the taste of liquor and cigarettes,

no police, no lovers walking the streets,

this poem, this city, closing its doors,

barricaded, almost empty,

mournful without tears, aging without pity,

the hardrock mountains,

the ocean like a lavender flame,

a moon destitute of greatness,

a small music from broken windows . . .

a poem is a city, a poem is a nation,

a poem is the world . . .

and now I stick this under glass

for the gaunt mad editor’s scrutiny,

and night is elsewhere

and faint gray ladies stand in line,

dog follows dog to estuary,

the trumpets bring on gallows

as small men rant at things

they cannot do.

consummation of grief (#ulink_25b071fb-235a-50a1-a64b-fcc52786f033)

I even hear the mountains

the way they laugh

up and down their blue sides

and down in the water

the fish cry

and all the water

is their tears.
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