Bukowski Could Never Be a Haiku

bukowski
lived his life
under
the blinking moon
of neon whores
with too much rouge
happy hour booze
barstool blackouts
always ready
to drink, screw & fight
then go
another three rounds

a mad man
banging
on the underwood
bukowski
hocked poems
for women
whiskey
& smokes
for a ten dollar exacta
–never bet on a bay

for a slice
of life that after
8 or 9 beers
just might
get better

bukowski
lived his life
the ugliest
drunken
bastard
ever
to get it
right

(this post got me thinking–may have been inspired here)

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6 Responses to “Bukowski Could Never Be a Haiku”

  1. lissa Says:
    May 18, 2008 at 12:56 am

    great post. bukowski’s such an interesting mix of wonderful and terrible. i think you captured that here.

  2. johemmant Says:
    May 18, 2008 at 8:53 am

    Brilliant, love this Scot……yes, Lissa’s right, the wonderfulterrible,

  3. Bob Says:
    May 18, 2008 at 3:39 pm

    Can’t disagree with the ladies, Scot, I think you captured his spirit. Isn’t it ironic that sometimes perfection can only be defined by its antithesis?

  4. Scot Says:
    May 18, 2008 at 6:33 pm

    thanks lissa

  5. Scot Says:
    May 18, 2008 at 6:34 pm

    Jo
    love him or hate him–no in between. It is amazing how many artists are like that.

  6. Scot Says:
    May 18, 2008 at 6:36 pm

    Bob
    It is ironic and you are right about disagreeing–not a good practice. :)

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