Bukowski ate my liver! <br />I would never have believed it, <br />if I were not right there <br />when it happened. <br />I couldn’t believe my eyes. <br />His hand leapt at me <br />from out of the page. <br />He reached right in <br />to my abdomen, <br />clutched the <br />rancid organ in <br />his despair soaked fist, <br />dripping tiny droplets <br />of sickly-sweet despondency, <br />and shoved the <br />odious thing straight into <br />his mouth! <br /> <br />He chewed for a bit, <br />then stopped, <br />paused for a moment, <br />and then, <br />wiping some of the <br />blood and bile <br />from off his chin, <br />he sneered <br />and glared at me <br />with portentous eyes <br />that resembled <br />mine <br />more than his, <br />and said: <br /> <br />“Do you know why I did that? ” <br /> <br />“No! ” I replied, “Why? ” <br /> <br />“For no damned good reason whatsoever! Get it? ” <br /> <br />“Yeah, Buk.” I said, “I think I do...” <br /> <br />“...Now, get the hell out of here <br />so I can finish your book, <br />and tend to this wound.” <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (C) MMIV (2004)<br /><br />Derek R. Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bukowski-ate-my-liver/
