Bukowski In My Dream

The other day
Bukowski was in my dream,
unshaven
tired looking,
yet his eyes
full of left-over fire

write you scumbag
he thundered
until you do
you’ll not know
how much you suck
at it

and when I know,
I asked,
how do I start
sucking
a little less?

he shook his head
looked at me, as if
I were hopeless …
for that, he said,
you’ll have to
start living
first

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