So you want to be a writer...

This was a poem i wrote in response to Charles Bukowski's poem
It was written sometime in July of 2007 when i was living in Juneau
So you want to be a writer by Charles Bukowski

You say to let it flow
You say you know
Let it burn in your stomach
Until you let it out
What if i let if grow out
my ears, nose and mouth
until that third world librarian
has got a puddle under her chair
i cant be like anyone else
i can only be what surfaces

beneath the shades of blue
is a darker blue
and beneath the darker blue
is a white light
This white light is a photosynthesizing center regenerating
these efforts to be a poet
though ill never know it
let it stay that way until i am finished or it leaves me
I may not be blessed but i am a lucky bastard
and I'll keep it that way
Spare a few days
Here and then
Now and again

If that third world library floods
what will happen


Nothing.



This is one of my favorites that i have written.

Sunny outside coudy in my head

i am enjoying life very much
especially as of late
adjustments have been made
I still think that i see Juneau folk in Minneapolis
Will that ever dissipate?
we have so much to look forward to
so enjoy it
and never stop
till you expire or it leaves you

John and Ester

What a wonderful day
I awoke not knowing where i was
desperate for water i made my way to the kitchen of my friend Johns house
I folded the blankets and left a note
The second my feet were in my pedals i thought what a great night
We sat in the grass under the trees taking pulls from the wine bottle
We swam in our most natural state
The water was wonderful
The trees were beautiful
We scared off some other beach go-ers
My ride home was amazing
The music flowed
The wind felt amazing
Thank you John and Ester
I know i told you both how much i like you about 7 times last night
but you are good people.
And the whole day followed
As good as it gets
I walked in the rain with a child size umbrella
letting my feet feel the wet sidewalk
they loved it
I had good thoughts on that walk