A Real Poet- or Maybe Not
Bukowski- genius or disturbed
Can a syphallic, diseased mind mean
as much to the written word
As a budding garden of tomatoes,
To the mind and to poetry?
The tomatoes- a red plump juicy morsel
grown with love and care-
Diseased whore- dark nights, fist
fights, spreads disease to
What really means more-
to the poet and pen?
A madman living the life, as did the poets
Experience all - happiness or strife.
Some say he never wrote a lick,
others call him genius and swear
Is there deeper meaning in his words-
lucid and pragmatic?
Or the weathering loneliness of a
life gone wrong.
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014
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