Bukowski

I was at Roasters basically all day today attempting to put the finishing touches on my portfolio.  Now I've been writing a lot of poems about love, or rather the lack thereof, but for some reason, I changed that up a bit today.  I've been reading a lot of poetry by Charles Bukowski, and if you haven't heard of him, I totally recommend him.  He is one of the greatest contemporary writers of our time.  And, David Duchovny bases much of the storyline of Californication on Bukowski's writing and his lifestyle.  Anyway, I wrote this today, and it's in the same contemporary style of poetry; raw and honest.

Thanks For Nothing

The coffee shop is empty
I usually get my 
inspiration from this 
place, but not today.

I figure I might as well
go outside for a smoke.
It's a beautiful day,
so why waste it.

An old friend I haven't 
seen in years walks up
and says hi.  We strike

up a conversation, and
after a couple of minutes,
he asks if he could bum
a smoke.  I say sure, and
hand him one.

He lights it and says thanks,
then gets up and walks away.

Inconsiderate prick.

After writing this, I felt like I should keep writing like it.  I never really thought about poetry as being like this, but I like it much better.  And if you haven't checked out Bukowski, get on that.