I’d like to clone a goat
Just to see what all the fuss is about
After all
If you’re gonna have a goat
Why not have two?
Then again
Where’s the fun
In creation of the same thing
Over and over again?

There’s Nothing to Stop A Man from Writing – Bukowski


“There ́s nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he will. Rejection and ridicule will only strengthen him. And the longer he is held back the stronger he will become, like a mass of rising water against a dam. There is no losing in writing, it will make your toes laugh as you sleep, it will make you stride like a tiger, it will fire the eye and put you face to face with Death. You will die a fighter, you will be honored in hell. The luck of the word. Go with it, send it. Be the Clown in the Darkness. It ́s funny. It ́s funny. One more new line… ”

–Charles Bukowski 9/26/1991

The Littered Banks of the River Sane

I floated along the streets of Paris
At an intersection I looked up to see
A billboard with a crisp clean U.S. military copter
And I thought: They’re recruiting here now?
When I looked to my left, at port was a Navy ship
It looked old and black and round and fat
It was three times the size of a real one

I floated along some more
At the base of the river were shipping containers
All colors, in all manner of disarray
Some dented and some rusting

I looked back
A freighter went by around a curve
Coming right at me
Threatening to run ashore

Then it turned and I could see:
Thousands more containers down river
Some neon and some flat,
Thrown there like trash
Looking like art

I flew a bit
Down river I could see
The apartment buildings
Tired outsides told of the tired inside
Below them, the cacophony of containers
All empty now
How had this happened?
Who made this to be?

The Lizards Are Going Now

When you look at that man with his family
Kid’s shining in smiles
Mothers holding Joy
With glints of World-Wonder in their eyes.
Father, Mother, Sister, Brother

You gonna tell me about your hate?
You want to kill?

Because the skin is different?
Or there’s a cover on the head?
Who taught you?

The program they put on your server
Says, only the same or reject?
It’s a virus
No one told you
The other One is You

You wanna kill for the words someone willed on your brain?
You gotta kill your insides first.
Piece by piece, you’re gonna die inside
If you don’t watch

Watch the joy spread through it all
Spread through it all
Let it grow
The lizards and demons are going now,
Never to return