An Ode To The Reader Of The Charles Bukowski Poem, The Laughing Heart (Aka: The Laughing Heart's Boyfriend, Singing Spirit)
read it one more time.
take out your walls
brick by brick by bold.
let his bones begin
your days' bedframe
and let yourself be
the dream.
anything can happen here.
there are no rules.
only old maps being torn asunder
fuel for the fire that is in you.
save one map and
roll it up into a telescope
like you used to do
when you were a kid
when you were sure
of being perfectly ok
with being unsure.
roll it up and look long and through to a point
that you pick
on the horizon
where ole bukowski is smokin' and wavin' like crazy.
like a damn psychopath.
watch him kick the shore
with his words
his rhythm
his defiance.
and say, when someone says, "you're weird,"
"at least I'm not normal."