i’m thinking serious

[misterpoet]

and reading
bukowski
at midnight

his poems widely
entertain
me, more though his blunt
vulgarity, the supple
description and lavish imagery.

the intake
of words glue to my
mind, a plaster
placing wallpaper
correctly, with pictures
seducing my imagination.

and i’m thinking
seriously, writing
with seriousness and
connecting pen to paper
with force -
at midnight.