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nablo bukowski

I don’t want to be Bukowski
I want to drink and not get drunk
and have faith in something other than my own bowel movements
I want to love and not grow cold
and not end life writing sci-fi noir from a chair next to my deathbed

I don’t want to be Bukowski
Whatever others think and like to compare
and know that my life was worth more than a place in the Dewey Decimal System
I want to live and not grow old
and not have generations remember only for how Mickey Rourke portrayed me

I don’t want to be Bukowski
Because bitter doesn’t suit me
and the laughter in my soul is best expressed in joy and love
I want my words to be retold
and felt on the lips of others the way they lived in my own heart when I wrote them

I don’t want to be Bukowski
So I won’t

© Copyright 2015 Bill Friday

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6 thoughts on “Bukowski

  1. Here’s to not being all the things we don’t wanna be. *clinks coffee to screen* I get this more today than I would have two years ago, so I guess.. here’s to that, too. *clinks*

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  2. On the other hand, going out while writing isn’t the worst way to go…. I watched a MacGyver episode recently where a fella was eaten by ants. That’s not fun.

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  4. I love this! I also love Bukowski lol I think he’s brilliant, but I might be a little bitter 🙂

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