FOREVER USEFUL
I couldn't find my scissors
And my ruler broke in two.
A postcard picture
Of Bukowski
Leaning against a fridge
Holding a bottle of beer
Was strung out on the wall
Near my desk.
His poet eyes seemed to blink
And say--
Go ahead,
Use me
While I'm still sharp
Around the edges.
I cut that piece of paper in half
Just like the man himself
Penned a poem--
Straight like nothing at all.
~Dave Church, from Providence RI, USA, will have more poems in forthcoming issues of ANGEL HEAD.
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