Bukowski said never try

and he is right

when it comes
it is felt
by the heart
mind
body
soul

till you write it down
and out
out
on to the paper

where you see it
black/blue
wobbling, dancing on the white

it never says thank you
for it never is yours
you
just the bridge
the medium

the destinations
the hearts
minds
souls
the readers

they give it
the final form
and that is
the way it is
was
and will always be

i will add
one more thing
to the honorable Poet's word
never try
to claim only one meaning
[to the poem]
for you do not truly own
what is for others
to take
and keep

never try
got it?