i think i am Bukowski's
reincarnation.
if he hears this, shall it make him happy?
If he still hears
What if, granting that
there is no such thing as reincarnation,
what if he hears this and he is not drunk?
will this make him mad?
what if, in truth, he was never mad into drinking
and that poetry was really
what he hated it to be and yet it just happens that he has no choice
but to write
because there is no vent to
his
inner angst?
what if, i never really want to be anybody else?
because there is only me, and that i am not also a reincarnate of
anybody else?
that is the question.
i AM PRETTY
sure, I am not Bukowski.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem