BUKOWSKI’S OLD BOOTS .. .

BUKOWSKI’S OLD BOOTS .. .

my metaphors in tangles
similes wrapped round my balls
pinched a ciggy from a buddy
poets eyes settle upon
within the middle distance
where ideas come from
as bees visit wallflowers
extract meaning from the verse
hear voices clear as water
that tumbles from the sky
the roof of the planet
where black clouds gather
the horizon of my eyes
at the edge of the earth
there are razorbills and gannets
they jostle to be alive
the boots I wore have holes
Bukowski’s old boots
I left them by the door

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I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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