If Bukowski Was My Pop by the American author Mathieu Cailler, an amazing poem accompanied by Loren Kantor artwork. Enjoy your day, Yareah magazine friends!
If Bukowski Was My Pop by Mathieu Cailler
If Bukowski was my Pop
he’d tell me not to call him Pop
then he’d do it again…
take a rag of honesty to the rest of life’s sheen,
tell me that it was better to avoid hell
than to seek heaven,
and share that bourbon does to the
liver what love does to the heart.
He’d let me know that Hollywood Park
and Del Mar were more about dreams
than cash. He’d have a smoke,
then tell stories
about the lost angels of Los Angeles:
“You’ll find more wisdom in a bum’s cup
than in a priest’s words,” he’d say.
He’d tell me Céline was prince;
Fante king, and that failure
was being good at something you hated.
“A dream deferred,” he’d confess,
“is like hitting
the Snooze button…
the silence lasts only for
He’d slip me a secret
in his Volkswagen Bug, whisper
in a cigarette voice
while shifting gears…
“You know Ham on Rye?
It was more horror
When it happens to you, it’s literary…
when it happens to them, it’s hell…”
He’d tell me what brand to smoke,
what women to chase, and let me know
that bleeding onto the page was the only way.
He’d tell to me to grab a drink,
sit in front of the typewriter, get hypnotized
by the machine-gun sound, and to turn up my
classical music. He’d tell me to be still,
allow my darkness to dance, and to free
as much as I could.