Bukowski Mondays: Dead

he wrote a joyous and mad
novel about unbelievable and
romantic episodes
and his words danced with
laughter and mockery and
gamble.

the novel made him
famous and he went on
to write others but none
like the first.

then he stopped
writing, came here from
his native land
and became a professor
at a southern
university.

he wears his suit, his
tie, his dignity
as tokens of
respectability
as his students wait
for him to go wild,
to break down the
walls,
to smash glass,
precedence,
minds.

but the semesters
pass, quiet
seasons.

R.I.P.

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