Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

True Story - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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they found him walking along the freeway
all red in
front
he had taken a rusty tin can
and cut off his sexual
machinery
as if to say --
see what you've done to
me? you might as well have the
rest.

and he put part of him
in one pocket and
part of him in
another
and that's how they found him,
walking
along.

they gave him over to the
doctors
who tried to sew the parts
back
on
but the parts were
quite contented
the way they
were.

I think sometimes of all of the good
ass
turned over to the
monsters of the
world.

maybe it was his protest against
this or
his protest
against
everything.

a one man
Freedom March
that never squeezed in
between
the concert reviews and the
baseball
scores.

God, or somebody,
bless
him.


Submitted by .eve.


Comments about True Story by Charles Bukowski

  • Rookie Krista Churchill (11/2/2008 6:59:00 PM)

    this is sad but great work
    Please take some time to read some of my poems try everyone turns away and all my life. I would be pleased if you have time to read even more i hope you enjoy them as much as i enjoyed yours. thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003