Here at FMF, you will find my latest, uncut creations fresh off the fire-hot grill of my mind. These are poems that were compiled earlier in the week but which have not yet been workshopped/refined. I hope they will give you some idea of what goes on in the mind of a poet (or at least this poet) who is attempting to create a piece of art from the ether of artistic creation.
I like to channel Bukowski
through the wood panels
at the Swinging Door Saloon
in hopes of gleaning
some of his talent.
Only Hank wasn’t much of a fan
of poets like me, so if he shows at all
it’s not to help with my prose
but to point his horny soul at
Raven or Thuy or the new girl Mandy.
I don’t judge, Buk.
But how about a little something
for the effort. It’s not easy
raising the dead with a simple beer
and the lonesome chant of a lousy drunk.