BUKOWSKI'S CHAIR.A Poem by Terry CollettA GHOSTLY VISIT BY BUKOWSKI.![]() Bukowski’s in the chair Opposite with a phantom Beer and the cigarette’s lit And he lies back with his Legs crossed at the ankles With that steely stare and Half a dozen ghostly cats Brushing at his bare feet And he takes in a deep drag Of the cigarette, then lets Out the smoke real slow, Watching its journey, the Twists and turns and rings Developing and vanishing And mutters through the Remaining grey a few lines Of poetry, a few lines he’d Not said before, still comes To me, he says, even on this Side of things, never complain About the muse, even on dry Dusty days when nothing Comes, be ready, semi sober And thankful for what she Gives and what she brings. Bukowski’s gone now, the Chair’s vacated, no more cats Or beer or smoke from the Cigarette; but he was there, Momentarily, large as life In death, still writing and Drinking and smoking with No sign of remorse or regret. © 2010 Terry CollettReviews
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Added on April 27, 2010Last Updated on April 27, 2010 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more.. |


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