I AM

A minimalist.

EXTINCT

Selfish swims
Downstream egotistic waters
Inhalating lungful self - centered
Throw away.
Environment distorted,
Shadow beams
Murky rays of
Egocentric manifestation,
Reflecting obscure ambition
Nowhere.

ONE MORE BUK

We all want to be Bukowski,
Write like him
Type like him
Read like him
Drink like him
Smoke like him
Work like him
Sleep like him
Screw like him
Swear like him
Dress like him
Smell like him
Fight like him
Walk like him
Drive like him
Bet like him
Eat like him
Think like him
Talk like him
Live like him
Rich like him
But we’re not.

BULLSHIT

Red is blue
Now and again
Subjective becomes objective
I
The one who sprints
Many pens
Wild to nowhere
Am lost…
…Second guessing
Your muse.
Dry
Beneath your white, summer snow,
Am I alone?

SLEEPWRITING

Had a great dream last night
Visually rich and fulfilling
Today lost in oblivion.
If I could be as disciplined as
Ginsberg and Burroughs to have
Pad and pen on my night table ready
To jump into action in case I wake up at night
To pen down my dream…Instead the one thing
I did not loose was my sleep.

MY VOTE

It’s always people who have
No moral values, people who are
Divorced,
Atheists,
Troubled,
Self-seeking,
Anarchists & Protestants,
Who criticize and blame
The Catholic Church for
Their discrepancies.
I pray for them
And that the devil
Never runs for president.

MAY I COME IN?

Inside
Drunken butterflies
Twirl
Free-falling with joy
Mind gyrates out of control,
Whispering lusty
Out of focus lullabies.
Outside
Desire knocks
Rigid
Erect gate,
Craving.

COMMON SENSE
Unexpected
Is always expected,
So why are you surprised?