The Busted Engine Reality of the Writer’s Life
“black hoodie” by Jaroslav Devia on UnsplashI’m Bukowski’s left nut spraying
near impotent literary detritus
all over the web.
Tyler Durden’s industrious schizoid
fingers clawing the walls
of this classroom while dreaming
of exploding buildings that will
free me from this dead soul’s job.
Mac and the boy’s shaky DDT’s
trying to Old Tennis Shoe drown another
set of newly assembled bad memories.
And Dr. Gonzo’s one last coke-fueled shotgun
blast “fuck you” to the world before
John Boy blasts his ashes into the eternal
Freakdome.
The greats, dead and imaginary, probably laugh at
my pathetic mimicry, but I will still claw these
words from my cranium even if the
effort results in naught.
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