Posts Tagged ‘bum’

ginsberg

Hey Ginsberg
Imagine if you came to Perth Poetry Club
Would you eye the pretty boys?
Would you hit on SPM?
Give one of your prophetic gnostic readings
Play your harmonium for us and do Father Death and the Ballad of the Skeletons
Have a joint with the boys out the back of the Salvation Army building?
Great teacher, Boddhisatva, beat progenitor
Sometimes I think of you hanging out with Kerouac, Burroughs and Cassady
Digging sky-flecked psychosexual kicks
Drinking red wine and pretending to be a bum
When the world seemed like a wild trip of jazz-flavoured psychedelia
And you made it beautiful

Hey Bukowski

Posted: November 13, 2016 in poetry
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Hey Bukowski

How’s it hanging?
Don’t know why you didn’t like poetry readings
And called poets the worst of all creatures
I can just imagine you beer-drunk at the Moon
At the oldies table
Pissed out of your skull
Looking like a bum
Imagine you reading your twisted poems, beer in hand
Staggering around, hitting on the hippie chicks
What a freak-out man