Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Revolt In The Ranks - Poem by Charles Bukowski

I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half
handicapping tomorrow's
card.
when am I going to get at the poems?
well, they'll just have to wait
they'll have to warm their feet in the
anteroom
where they'll sit gossiping about
me.
"this Chinaski, doesn't he realize that
without us he would have long ago
gone mad, been dead?"
"he knows, but he thinks he can keep
us at his beck and call!"
"he's an ingrate!"
"let's give him writer's block!"
"yeah!"
"yeah!& quot;
"yeah!"
the little poems kick up their heels
and laugh.
then the biggest one gets up and
walks toward the door.
"hey, where are you going?" he is
asked.
"somewhere where I am
appreciated."
then, he
and the others
vanish.


Comments about Revolt In The Ranks by Charles Bukowski

  • Rookie - 4 Points Ray Schreiber (5/10/2011 11:25:00 PM)

    Yep... that's writers block alright.

    P.S. I'm glad to hear it takes somebody else an hour and a half
    to handicap the racing form. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Aashish Ameya (9/24/2008 3:21:00 AM)

    its absurd and mystic...there is something in to it, wht i dnt knw (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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