A Dizzy In The Lizzy

sometimes it's just better to write a poem and then lose it...

( 09/ 04/ 2; 02; 09) - sometimes it's just better to write a poem and then lose it...

Yesterday I wrote a big long poem in the Dizzy about anger and pain and getting over them in the near future. It involved onions, and tunnels and launch pads and all sorts of crap. It was long. Then the admin tool decided I had spent too long posting and it deleted my post.

All is not lost, however, as I picked up another installment of Charles Bukowski yesterday.

This is a poem of his entitled "40,000 flies":


torn by a temporary wind
we come back together again

check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders

wonder if there will be one more
woman

now
40,000 flies running the arms of my
soul
singing
"I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store"

arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?

what kind of shit is
this?

it's so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.