Words Which Bother Us Into Being

Paul Bourgeois, Sept. 30, 2016


And the evening’s guest mounts

the podium

i put a whiskey to my lips


Look at me!

i’m writing poetry about writing poetry

about being fucked

in the head


don’t trust poems

that wheedle themselves

into your ears


poetry should spit in your eyes

so you can feel the slime

dripping down your nose


such words should be

in the business of being


with the people who have no business



So look at me!

charles bukowski is my hero

in my struggle to be



Charley knew the truth!


chains of sobriety

is the lie

that happiness lies

within sobriety’s chains


so as the speaker mounted on the stage

speaks of mounting words and people

keep ‘em coming

bartender, please


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