I would be
Your drunken cousin
Lives in a bed sit
Watches formula one
I would be a cheap Chianti,
Liebfraumilch
Nothing fancy
I would be, let me see
Count Basie
The Stranglers drummer
But not as good
More Joe Jackson doing shit
Louis Jordan covers
Perhaps
I epitomize advanced graffiti
That's the level
Of my words
Bukowski said that these
fuking poems
fuking poems
Are the equivalent
of hot turds
When I die
They will die with me
The world can smell
Their greasy perfume
In their nostrils
As we burn
O my luckily being
As we burn.
12/08/17
artwork - irina savina
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