a certain god's predestination (for Bukowski)

a certain god's predestination (for Bukowski)

the disciples wept

at his tomb

the poet's name

resurrected in bars

stones of aggression

moved with poetic strife

and kind word

swallowed from a beer mug

comes out the other end

with an abusive response

to life

ugly poetry beloved

the tortured artist

his name tattooed

among his allies' breath

his sacrifice of good nature

for syntax

brooding and self-deprecating

much loved among his peers

while his lady friends

weep through their scars

a sadness to his ending

but an ending to the sadness

wrought on so many

of those who loved their beers

as well as his words

Which will be recited

eternally

as he reads them

through a fire with nothing more

than an average burn.

erin-cilberto

2/8/26

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

You know.... nicely done. I admit to liking some of his poetry, every drunk does, but have a hard time reconciling his work with his person. It's just not that hard to not be that terrible, at least I like to think. Of of course what it means "to be a man..." is something we all have to face. I feel for the kids these days and what their masculinity seems to be. So fragile. But that's a bit of a digression. Anyways, good on you thinking of those who... didn't become famous.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Me too on the reconciling....I think someone can find fame without being an awful individual.
thank you, John,
j.

[John Sullivan]

Well done, as always, Mr. J.

[Rosie E C…]

Wow,

Some vivid imagery at play here.

This is deeply imaginative, surreal and a bit edgy.

It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. But I admire your inner strength throughout this piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I realize this will ruffle some feathers. I just have strong feelings of the man himself and find it hard to separate that from his poetry. I will probably get kicked out of most poetry pubs for this.
Thank you for your kind words.
j.

[Rosie E C…]

Strange but expressive.

Nothing wrong in being controversial though.