I'm on a Bukowskiesque roll;
pounding them out,
seven or eight a night.
I know it won't last.
It's like a fast.
It's the hunger that
drives you.
And when you're starving,
you eat--then rest,
not today though, I've hit
my stride.
And the night is mine for
the taking.
And the words are mine for
the raping.
And my heart I am staking
on the fact
that
I will stay hungry.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 12th, 2024 18:09
- Comment from author about the poem: The YouTube video is of me doing a reading at a coffee shop in Iowa City. Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com
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Comments3
I too know this hunger that waxes and wanes. It is when I am sated that I worry most. A meaningful write. I also loved the poems you read. The first evoked feelings of Vincent so unappreciated in his life, very identifiable, the second struck a chord as well as did the last due to my love of nature.
Thank you very much, I appreciate it.
This reminds me of someone Bucko & was very muchly enjoyed ..
Thank you brother.
Like a rap I read this, such fun and yes I hope too they keep coming, even though I feel somewhat intimidated by Bukowski only because he was very crude I do absolutely love his work, and I said on the very first poem I read from you that your work so reminds me of him. We have our very own legend right here on MPS amazing. 🤗
You are too kind. Thank you.
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