‘LA MACHINE À ÉCRIRE’ BY JACQUES SOISSON
Bukowski, again by Brice MAIURRO oh holy poetic father your long skinny soul scrawled across the backs of thousands of naked spines and how each drop of battery acid dripped from the dots in the eyes and the holy crosses across the t’s that hung suspended in time to reach out like hands with holes just to barfight my liver just to curbstomp my stomach into submission has helped me sift through the madness for the word, the line, the way but here we are at the end of the way and the bottle wasn’t bottomless i’ve seen the bottle dropped off the building
and smashing against reality a fist of misogyny an inability to step away from the drunken typewriter to never grow (as did the flowers you loathed) there are too many great poets who pot shot the page nightly but never stepped out of the square ring to see the round earth desperate for a pair of rugged hands to build the cities they dreamed up in their dreams unrealized unrealized dreams are the worst nightmares and Bukowski sweet devil Bukowski you are the worst nightmare the victim flower that cursed the fiery sun for trying to keep him alive
Brice Maiurro is a poet from Denver and is the author of Stupid Flowers (Punch Drunk Press) and Hero Victim Villain (Stubborn Mule Press). He is the editor-in-chief of South Broadway Ghost Society and the poetry editor for Suspect Press. Boulder Weekly accepts poetry and flash fiction submissions at 450 words/35 lines or fewer and accompanied by one-sentence bio of the author. Send to poetry@boulderweekly.com 34
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JUNE 20, 2019
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BOULDER COUNTY’S INDEPENDENT VOICE