History is relative,
Fiction polished to truth by retelling.
Heroes happen every day
By accident.
Christianity means acting like Christ, not
Waiting for him.
He was not born to die for you
But to show you how to live.
And what of politics?
Bukowski says,
“such is our politics and you can have it all.
keep it.
sail it up your -.”
I cherish Chuck
But something in me, be it patriotism, rum
Or plain stupidity of youth
Yanks upward my proverbial fist,
For these hired hands of the represented
Cannot serve what they do not know,
And they will know me somehow -
Eighteen groundhog years of rising to
“Wake up, get out, it’s a beautiful day”
Has to count for something.
Besides this being a worthwhile read, I want to let you know that a film about Bukowski (whom I've never read, but will look into) is coming out this year/next. I've forgotten the title... his name isn't in it, but it stars Matt Dillon. Sounds like a good one.
I really like the first stanza, first 2 lines are wonderful. I don't think I completely grasp the last stanza, though it may be my own density. Your use of language seems generally quite conscious. I like your ending, which is also basically your title. I'm a little foggy on its connection with just what precedes it.
Lori...this is a very good poem and I can appreciate your allusion to Bukowski. I'm going to go peek at some more of your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is another one of yours i have enjoyed. not sure if i'm at liberty to comment, given the caliber of the poets below me, but i esp. like your opening lines & the buk inser really makes the piece ''wake up.''