donated his mind and body to science <br /> <br />experimented with sweet cheap wine that <br />coated his stomach in wrong cough syrup <br /> <br />tasted like a budget circus of dark sound <br />with dayglo flavors racing around on fumes <br />amid aftermath of a four clown car crash <br /> <br />all trying to escape the other yet all crushed <br />together in the mangled wreck of the same <br />youth green massproduced fortified rotgut <br />screwtop spew swilled brownbag bottle <br /> <br />some say its a hardfought acquired taste <br />but after a month it matured into a labor of love <br />strong ambition for downandout exploration <br />falling all over himself flying into orbit about <br />contagious waves of giggles and guffaws <br /> <br />he raised the standard of abstract expression <br />elevated projectile vomit to a primal art form <br />even jackson pollock envied his designs <br /> <br />left to himself he slowly circled the opponent <br />in his ring of olympic thoughts breaking noses <br />in clouded mirrors with bloodied knuckles <br /> <br />when breakfast backed up and out he contemplated <br />chemicals from his stomach that bleach concrete <br /> <br />dedicated to the zen of lost weekends<br /><br />Stephen Roxborough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bukowski-in-high-school/
