What Would Bukowski Say

 
We’re born into this
a world of lunacy
hypocrisy, greed and blasphemy
stripped of freedom  
privacy, dignity and morality
listening to demigods roar;  
Long live Icarus, golden glory!

Hatred perpetuates hatred  
his rage is our vengeance  
denouncing history sleeping in shame
acclimated to the smell painted on graffiti
blood-orange congeals to black
dying for creation in creator’s hand  
reliving 1984.
 
We’re born into this
redefining art of making love  
into art of fucking
bored with our minds  
hands, lips and hearts
gorging the eyes with insatiable feast
animals immune to the land
the disease under skin.
 



Credit:
The theme and the line in reference is from Bukowski’s poem; Dinosauria We