The Dark Days of…Poetry

Time for a bit of Bukowski and yours truly!

how is your heart? Charles Bukowski ©poet, wisdom, Charles Bukowski

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
I always had this certain
I wouldn’t call it
it was more of an inner
that settled for
whatever was occurring
and it helped in the
and when relationships
went wrong
with the

it helped
through the
wars and the
the backalley fights

to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade–
this was the craziest kind of
and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror–
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.

what matters most is
how well you
walk through the


LEFT BEHIND  Trisha Sugarek ©

Let me come with you
don’t leave me here
waking each morning forgetting,
between sleep
and wake, that you have gone.John.Songof YUkon 001

My body, confident that if I reach
for you across the lonely bed you
will be there warm and sleepy
Skin smooth clean and sweeter
than any man has a right to be.

Turning to you with my triumphs,
my hurt, my happiness, my
defeat. Taken for granted, the
sharing now lost forever.

Laughter delights the heart but the
art of causing another to laugh is
the true joy–all lost

I still smell your cigarette smoke,
hear your voice, and feel your
foot fall, your presence so solid
that I speak aloud to you

Cursing you for leaving me,
pleading with you to return,
begging that fate turn back the clock
beseeching that events be
rewritten, different, so at the last
possible moment, I will save you.

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