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a song on which Kafka choked
a
door collar
o my dug pup shame, a pet
you shuffle between the corduroy
and the cardboard
of your mousy brown hair,
sea shells
bo’ chained and spliced
to your necklace; a heavy pence
worn like a five-fifty dusk,
shaken,
jaded dark-berry weather
let Jayne play the middle- weights,
let her land-lady mark each banister scuff,
just play and lift your nightie sweet sunset,
a sweet known shade for my eyes.
door collar
o my dug pup shame, a pet
you shuffle between the corduroy
and the cardboard
of your mousy brown hair,
sea shells
bo’ chained and spliced
to your necklace; a heavy pence
worn like a five-fifty dusk,
shaken,
jaded dark-berry weather
let Jayne play the middle- weights,
let her land-lady mark each banister scuff,
just play and lift your nightie sweet sunset,
a sweet known shade for my eyes.
Published 16th Aug 2020
| Edited 24th Aug 2020
Author's Note
for Missys "Go Bukowski, it’s yer (100th) birthday" comp.
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16th Aug 2020 10:35pm
While the content is indeed 'Kafkaesque', it's up just enough that the title is so apropos for the poem. The metaphors are of such an advanced stage of writer, nomoth. Just remarkable.
17th Aug 2020 9:44am
thanks but i never intended to try and meet any of those standards at all, I was referencing Buk having a lovingly (respectful) 'fuck-you' attitude to European writers and literature and rightly so.
Thanks again A
Thanks again A
17th Aug 2020 12:40pm
LOL! Pay me no attention, nomoth. I've always seen things somewhat differently. I did get the 'middle-finger' feel of this. Bukowski said 'fuck you' to many conventions, even here in America, didn't he?
He was a powerhouse of originality.
You're very welcome.
He was a powerhouse of originality.
You're very welcome.
17th Aug 2020 1:12am
17th Aug 2020 9:45am
