Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Not Bad Chinaski






















my god,
they’re still making money
off his old buffalo ass of a hide,
he’s been dead for what now?
three, no four years, damn,
he’s becoming a regular
Jimi Hendrix of the literature world,
they’ll be digging up his manuals
for the next thirty years,
there’ll be books coming out about;
the early years,
the final years,
the in-between years,
the lost journals,
the never before published journals,
the secret diaries;
it’s almost enough
to make you want to puke,
especially when you know,
somewhere, the old bastard is
laughing his fat ass off,
thinking to himself;
not bad Chinaski,
not bad at all.
.

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