Bukowski Brewing

  • David Fairchild
  • Apr 10, 2005
  • Series: Other
    Bukowski Brewing

    Bent, broken, bruised in shades of black
    Golden garnish of grenades waiting in back
    Born boring, belligerent, and barely the balls to brew
    Sticking thumbtacks into tiny cracks on hunch and news of life to lose

    Prefers pain instead of pleasure
    Loves self as the measure of meaning and what to treasure
    Grabbing, gripping, ripping, taking all to sell in a brew of poison hell
    Bukowski brewing, telling, renewing, stories of past painted on smoke stained glass

    Slit through stare, open praises for sale
    Penning traces of once remember faces for audible spaces
    Whispers, watches warming with tissues, ornate prostrate for hearing impaired
    Seeing is deceiving, hearing is relieving, demons exercised for his pleasing
    Bukowski brewing, moving mouth south sucking purpose from being

     

    Contributed by David Fairchild. View more of his writing at david.kaleochurch.org

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