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

outside

with the people who have no business

inside

 

So look at me!

charles bukowski is my hero

in my struggle to be

normal

 

Charley knew the truth!

within

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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