I Have Chinaski In My Mind

so you like chinaski
i like chinaski
too
i see him make love to many women
and drink his wine
and write his poems
somewhere
in the dark, damp corners
of the post office
or in the attic
or even in the park while
he strolls alone
drinks more than
what his mind
can take
and then
he arrives in his
apartment
gets his typewriter
and writes his thousand
poems as though
he is just talking
mumbling
to himself
all his sighs
and disappointments
of this world
now
well spoken
in verse and he
signs each
with this

bukowski, the man
you will never forget

he shies away
from fame but he
takes
the money just the same

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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