Monday, May 12, 2008

Five Philosophical Haikus for Charles Bukowski

1.
If you can’t drink it,
spit it out, or write of it,
it ain’t worth shit. Ever.

2.
My ears pricked up at
Lorca’s old verse - “agony,
always agony.”

3.
What is a fight if
not the culmination of
a fucking bender?

4.
All the poets in
Los Angeles can’t equal
whores or longshoremen...

5.
...According to them,
Charlie would have hated this -
all oyster, no pearl.

4 comments:

David J. said...

Honey baked hams are
delicious! Maybe you should give
one to your Sensei.

-by David

Brett said...

Dude, it's 5-7-5, not 5-8-5. This sort of thing happens when you study journalism and not the high art of creative writing. For shame!

Brett said...

Dude, it's 5-7-5, not 5-8-5. This sort of thing happens when you study journalism and not the high art of creative writing. For shame!

David J. said...

This is America, so I unilaterally changed the Haiku to meet my version of reality...

I have no sense of timing at all. I swear I checked the syllables like 5 times and I still got it wrong...

I stand behind the sentiment of the poem, however. You should always give your Sensei a ham.