Bukowski & Other Short Snippets

Bukowski

Bukowski, stronger than concrete wall
Bukowski, survivor of the art-omic bomb
Bukowski, the dreamer with whom i live
Bukowski, the man sent from heavens above





Sperm
               Spermatozoa! go on fast
               Spermatozoa! for you won't last

           you have to die
               for a child to cry
               or for that matter for a towel to dry




Fart

a fart is an expression of exhaltion.
it is the atmospheric build up that our poor little stomachs can't take no more.
so, why do we mock it n' snigger and giggle like highschool children?
are we so boring or are we so bored?
if yes, then why aren't we dead yet?

I DON'T KNOW MAN
stupid fucking idiot




Future

the future looks perfect
like red velvet carpet.




Girl & Boy

Somewhere out there in spain
is a girl who is tripping on Visconti's Venice
he he ha ha oh what a joy it is to know of this!

Somewhere out in the room next to mine
is a boy who trips out on trains and paints them as well
he he ha ha oh what a joy it is to know of this!




Greed

greed, pride, lust and jealousy
drives a man sometimes to hilarity
of woman I don’t know so much
for they are driven by mystery
of which I don’t know any such.
but men are funny they really are
them easily fooled and suffer fools
they come heroes and fend the demons
they wipe their asses but not the past.




House

We live in a house of phony n phake
we live in a house made of walls opaque
we live in a house that only people do make
please, can we see each other just for once?
or do we remain alone , for how many hours it take?




Love

I wanna make love with minds
bodies don't bother me no more...

love yor mind
hate your body

hate your body
love your mind

i wanna make love with bodies
minds don't blind me no more...

love your body
hate your mond

hate your mind
love your body

love - hate - mind - body





Maaan!

You motherfuckers have destructed everything maaaan…      
 Tired of seeing pink, plaid, pixilated people maaaan…
Sick of watching discolored cubic crevices maaaan…
   Haaaaaaate your very smile maaaan…
  Repulsed by your sunshine maaaan…
     Why don’t you see it maaan…?




Magic

strong coffee
coke
cigarettes
'n hope

magic mushrooms ain't magic no more

aren't we all a bit scary?
without our own bits of hairy?




Praise

Lets all praise
for the solemn disgrace
that the world brings onto
the functioning insane.




sex is primary,
love is secondary




Slave

sPam me
sLam me
wHam bAam
      tHank u ma'am me

for i am ur bItch
n i am ur sLave

of pIxels and pArables
n aPathy i cRave




WE

we all aliens,
sifting through time and space,

borne of stars and made of molecules,
leaving behind seeds of deeds and misgiving fortunes of legacies,

who the fuck are we?