Poetry It's the way you play the game

[Snafu in the Void]

call it love
stand it up in the failing light
put it in a dress
pray
sing
beg
cry
laugh
turn off the lights
turn on the radio
add trimmings:
butter
raw eggs
yesterday's newspaper
one new shoelace
then add
paprika
sugar
salt
pepper
phone your drunken aunt in Calexico;
call it love,
you skewer it good,
add
cabbage and applesauce,
then heat it from the left side,
then heat it from the right side,
put it in a box
give it away
leave it on a doorstep
vomiting as you go
into the hydrangea.

Bukowski is truly a national treasure. I keep finding poems I love... he wrote so damn many!

 

[cduggles]

did you fuck this up by yourself?

How is this messed up?

 

[Snafu in the Void]

did you fuck this up by yourself?

not sure, transcribed it from audio

 

[Snafu in the Void]

you skewer it good,
....
put it in a box...
give it away

ook sry i
will
type gooder; next,
time¿ please mister
bookowskee plz
forgave
my™