If Bukowski Wrote My Love
by D.C. Young
My love is like spare change,
A motley assembly of
Well thumbed coins
That get
Stuck
In some glass jar on
Somebody’s bookshelf until eventually it just
Can’t
Fill
Up anymore and
The glass
Bursts out;
And no one wants to
Stick around
Long enough to count it,
And then
Eventually someone comes along
Who doesn’t mind
Sweeping it up
And putting it in a sturdier jar
Maybe a tin of some kind
So it will
Never
Burst out
Again.
DC has never considered himself a poet. He hopes to one day trick himself into thinking otherwise
