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.