“This Poem Is About You”

“Imagery” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“This Poem Is About You

This poem is about you,

I am not being opaque.

It is about you.

I am being specific when I say,

This poem is about you.

It is about all the things you have done to me.

Specifically, me.

Let me be specific when I say,

This is a poem about you, and all of the things you have done specifically to me.

Why did you do those things, specifically, to me?

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Portraits Of Charles Bukowski
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AIR AND LIGHT AND TIME AND SPACE – Charles Bukowski

”– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job,
something has always been in the
way
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
for the first time in my life I’m going to have
a place and the time to
create.”

no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
welfare,
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your body blown
away,
you’re going to create blind
crippled
demented,
you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.

baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.

“Definitive Waiting Room Behavior”

“Waterway” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Definitive Waiting Room Behavior”

I felt myself shutting off.

But then I found the right catalyst at the right time.

Now, I’m catalytic.

Pulling at levers dreadfully desperate,

An abridged version of my mistakes and dreams.

The payoff remains elusive.

Not what I expected.

“Heaven”

“Heaven”

Heaven isn’t an abstract to me it’s a concrete dream which I create somewhere in the depths of my mind and it draws downward down around the spine till it reaches the heart and then it populates beat beat beat until it is spilled over and continues down through my legs out through the tips of my feet there is nowhere i’d rather be than under an old stately elm tree on a moderate spring day knowing that you love books and knowing that I love books that we love books and go about lazy reading punctuated by moments of contentment and short breaks when I pare the skin from a red delicious apple and experiment with the satisfying crunch that comes of biting raw into the crimson vessel that is the sweet spot of existence I never told you before but my chest fills with indescribable lightness and joy when we touch It is thrilling even more so when it is accidental I crave those moments I want to know you not as I always have imagined you to be but you as you inhabit your own space and destiny the gravity of your bright shining star pulls me and pushes me I am most me when our orbits intersect let’s walk a while together I’ve much to tell you but more to find out