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Not a walk in the park
Old copies of playboy strewn
they looked tired, time served
I thought of a time when Miss Worlds "speak"
" I just want world piece" fat chance
the girlfriends anniversary flowers
drooping like sex dives dull domesticity
"just going out for a breath of fresh air Honey"
she was sewing some leggings that had a split in the arse
the tv played Mcdonalds yellow arches
I slammed the sticky front door
everywhere I looked was outrageous BMI
where did all the waist go
the Hourglass Bar, full of waspish women
Tinder fodder just click and collect
ah at last the gates of the park, jammed open
dilapidating, flower borders and undergrowth
festooned with beer cans and needles
sown from urban decay, joggers elbowing the way
yapping dogs, some children playing leap frog
scraping the feaces from your shoes
the whatever life that stick's like glue
Post script from beyond
he gave us the sideways glance of irony
100 years the firefly's still entrance
fag ash, and a glass of Bourbon
pith that never was suburban
my respect Charles Burowski
they looked tired, time served
I thought of a time when Miss Worlds "speak"
" I just want world piece" fat chance
the girlfriends anniversary flowers
drooping like sex dives dull domesticity
"just going out for a breath of fresh air Honey"
she was sewing some leggings that had a split in the arse
the tv played Mcdonalds yellow arches
I slammed the sticky front door
everywhere I looked was outrageous BMI
where did all the waist go
the Hourglass Bar, full of waspish women
Tinder fodder just click and collect
ah at last the gates of the park, jammed open
dilapidating, flower borders and undergrowth
festooned with beer cans and needles
sown from urban decay, joggers elbowing the way
yapping dogs, some children playing leap frog
scraping the feaces from your shoes
the whatever life that stick's like glue
Post script from beyond
he gave us the sideways glance of irony
100 years the firefly's still entrance
fag ash, and a glass of Bourbon
pith that never was suburban
my respect Charles Burowski
Published 29th Aug 2020
| Edited 30th Aug 2020
Author's Note
Tribute to Charles Bukowski, realism and irony the tongue in cheek that speaks
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29th Aug 2020 6:35pm
29th Aug 2020 6:40pm
Very vivid, Slip. Love 'waspish women' - excellent alliteration.
A few errors:
she was [ sowing ] some leggings ( sewing * - sowing is for gardening )
flower [ boarders ] ( borders * - remember your spell check )
scraping the [ feaces ] from your shoes ( feces * )
the whatever life that [ sick's ] like glue ( sticks * )
A few errors:
she was [ sowing ] some leggings ( sewing * - sowing is for gardening )
flower [ boarders ] ( borders * - remember your spell check )
scraping the [ feaces ] from your shoes ( feces * )
the whatever life that [ sick's ] like glue ( sticks * )
