some say we should keep personal remorse from the <br />poem, <br />stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, <br />but jezus; <br />twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have <br />my <br />paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: <br />are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them? <br />why didn't you take my money? they usually do <br />from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner. <br />next time take my left arm or a fifty <br />but not my poems: <br />I'm not Shakespeare <br />but sometime simply <br />there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise; <br />there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards <br />down to the last bomb, <br />but as God said, <br />crossing his legs, <br />I see where I have made plenty of poets <br />but not so very much <br />poetry.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-whore-who-took-my-poems/
