birds are perched
various and serene
in a sun bleached bare tree
can't they avoid the death there?
I don't care
I'm just here
to get drunk
the Mexican artist won't paint the apostles
the way the Pope paid him to
twelve...not three
not fourteen
not six
can't he see the talent wasted?
He doesn't care
He's just here
to get drunk
river turtles are basking on a sunny log
some dropp off
some remain
some return
why make a decision?
We don't care
We're just here
to get drunk
Have you read Charles Bukowski? He's among my top ten poets I adore. Your work reminds me of his work. Very, very nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jim this is perfect poetry