In My Next Life

In my next life
i just wanna be
Bukowski's blow-up doll
i don't want the pain of
falling in and out of love
or living for love
or dying for love
i don't want to feel the cold
air and sting of death grasping
my feet and slowly pulling me down
down
down
deep into oblivion
i don't want to see the colours
of fall drop one by one
or turn to rust and freeze
in a bitter Ohio winter's day
i just wanna be made love to
enough to feel the life returning
to me with Bukowski's every breath,
irreverent as all hell,
full of tobacco and cheap wine,
writing poetry
that would turn me into a real woman
real enough
just real enough.

— Kailashana, Oct 28, 2008

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infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

LMAO!!!!

OMG, how self-degrading is THAT?! A blow up doll... Definitely had a good bout of chuckles with this one, Anna. You're too much. 4 *'s for making my day. Oh wait, I need to put in something critiqu-ey... loved the flow, and nice easy read. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"When there's no good answers, and no new questions. Another personal disaster, there's nowhere to go but down..." - Gin Blossoms

Rett

17 years 7 months ago

OOOOOKay

Funny in a way! A blow up doll huh? Can I have a copy? Maybe I could win and argument with it. *G* It would probably hiss at me though. I enjoyed it Anna. Bukowski would probably like that. Respectfully, Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby" Rett: 2008

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Well, yes and no…. if you

Well, yes and no.... if you read Bukowski he makes his tortuous self-degradation into some higher form of art--the most magnificent poetry i have read.... when i feel as though i have nothing much left in me to give... i read him and slowly life returns... Just like a deflated blow-up doll... lol. (Life does a fucking bang-up job on all of us, it actually kills us sooner or later, eh?) A dear friend of mine (who has such a rich history I'll never know all of it) told me he met Bukowski in LA when he was in a stage production of Equus at 19, an *impressionable* age to say the least. He didn't quite understand my self-deprecation/degradation. He thought I was taking/making *poetic license*. An answer to his email is next on my list. ~A

infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

I would tend to agree

He's blown me away with his poetry on more than one occasion. A true master. And you're right, he took self degradation to almost an art form. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"When there's no good answers, and no new questions. Another personal disaster, there's nowhere to go but down..." - Gin Blossoms

zarul

17 years 7 months ago

hi, my dear my friend

this is deep. but who on earth is Bukowski?

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Here’s cached poems of

Here's cached poems of Charles Bukowski. There's also a free ebook download link. http://www.poemhunter.com/charles-bukowski/ I think this makes about the 20th Bukowski poem (he's my ghost-writer;-) some are on my archive pages here on Neopoet. I am pleased to introduce you to him, Zarul. ~A

zarul

17 years 7 months ago

thanks a lot A for introducing me to him, i thought it is a wine

and check out my poems k. SMILE GREATD DAY, my friend ZARUL

R.M.Shanmugam

17 years 7 months ago

next life

your poems reflect how matured you are. deep thought, good style and striking points contribute to your poems. you may read mine: the concept of the soul. thank you