Reflections on the Centennial of Charles Bukowski
reading Shakespeare
I wrote all night
then threw it all in the trash
rejecting what would’ve been
rejected anyway
I can’t say
if it shows a disregard for the poet
or the poetry —
but I feel sorry for all those
pansies, whores, homos, and poets
reading Shakespeare and chewing cardboard
while waxing and wallowing philosophic,
teetering between absurdity and seriousness —
the pain, madness, and truth of it all
when facing the long decline
who don’t ever even make it
out to play the quarter horses
at the race track
be careful…
when you reach the top
you just might find
it flattens out —
flattens us all.
Michael C. Seeger
Michael lives with his lovely wife, Catherine, and still-precocious 16 year-old daughter, Jenetta, in a house with a magnificent Maine Coon (Jill) and two high-spirited Chihuahuas (Coco and Blue). He is an educator (like his wife) residing in the Coachella Valley near Palm Springs, California. Some of his poems have appeared recently either published or included in print anthologies like the Lummox Press, Better Than Starbucks, and The Literary Hatchet
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In this day the bold language alone sets this poem apart. Yet it is par for the Bukowski course. Very able work. Cannot wait for more.
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