Damn Reality
Here I go again reading
Bukowski’s clear vision voice
poems lacking picturesque pastoral principles,
with plainly different aesthetic dispositions
of attitude nobody loves.
We know that deep inside,
his way is part of us;
part of him, hides in us.
How many ways
can we paint the same picture,
or tell the same story.
Look both ways reading anyone’s poems.
Mind the gaps hiding deep within when writing your own.
Our Literary Journey 
Whichever way, it turned out pretty good!
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Once again, you have taken me out and beyond. I’ve never read any Bukowski but I definitely get your drift.
As always, you are brilliant, sir.
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Thanks Dale.
Your praise, as always, makes me feel good.
He was such a surly old fart. Not for everyone. Maybe try some samples. I might suggest a wee sample 🙂
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You are lovely.
And surely old farts are so very interesting… Thanks for the wee sample!
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🙂
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I read your poem, went in search of Bukowski then came back to read your poem again. Spot on!
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Thank you, Keith.
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Not personally familiar with his work, but I certainly get the drift!
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A different character in many ways. 🙂
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I came here for the Picturesque post…and fell in love with your header image, sigh… 🙂
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Glad you liked it. Oregon coast.
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Ah yes, I’m close to Puget Sound in WA 🙂
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One of my favorite places. 🙂
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“God’s country”, as my dad used to say.
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🙂
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