the ones
with the
guns make
the rules
& they
have got
us on
our knees
we've only got
our pens
and paintbrushes
whittled down
into shanks
to fight
them off
the minute
we put
them down
it's
lights out
for us
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"When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble."
— Charles Bukowski
— Charles Bukowski
About Me
- Erek Smith
- Oxford, Alabama, United States
- Erek Smith is a poet/writer from Alabama.
Poems
- 2 poems @ Underground Voices
- "Guts" @ The Exuberant Ashtray
- "blood ivory grin" @ The Thin Edge Of Staring
- "a little bit burned" @ Opium Poetry
- "double shift blues" @ Gutter Eloquence
- "Somewhere, A Future Poet Sleeps" @ Zygote In My Coffee
- "Raindrop Symphony" @ Zygote In My Coffee
- "reading neruda" @ Gloom Cupboard
- "ink & seed" @ The Thin Edge Of Staring
- "Is Dead" @ The Poetry Warrior
2 comments:
brilliant of course
I really like this one.
I also, in a totally inappropriate way, love the fact that the title could just as easily be used for a poem about prostitutes.
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