YEAH MAN, I HEAR YA

YEAH MAN, I HEAR YA

I still use the term now and then,
not because it brings me back to another time,
but because it's comfortable
and that’s what I want in these days
of my autumn, or more correct,
my sundown.

I read a lot of Bukowski, reread most poems
because I don’t remember them after a week,
especially his stuff that was posthumously published.
Maybe he wrote them, maybe not,
maybe his editor, John Martin, did,
I don’t care because I identify with Buk’s end
years that are a lot like mine
where he and I question things, admits things,
deep stuff and maybe he, like me is more aware
of what's really going on in our life,
in the world, and like him,
so many things we felt or thought,
really didn’t matter
and we were stupid to have put energy into them.
Then again, what else did he, or I, have to do?
Yeah man, what else, what else?