The Vagrant

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The Vagrant – WHB …  Pen & Sepia Wash

The Vagrant

Trapped in this
The world’s darkness
Imprisoned with the dead
Penned in this penitentiary
Another life I’ve led

A world unknown surrounds me
And never will unfold
For life exists without me
On such a slender thread I hold

Existence is my penance
My lot
The cross I wear
Nor health
Nor sickness please me
And who is there to care

Caged in perpetuity
Circumscribed by wire
Fettered by well meaning
Yet situation dire

Leave me here to rot
While no one waits my ending
No one guards my cradle
Situation pending

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Let Life Happen: A Vagrant’s Charter

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‘The Vagrant’ – Pen & Ink sketch: WHB 2017

 

Let Life Happen:
A Vagrant’s Charter

Give in
Let life happen
Don’t resist
or make a move towards it
Opt out
Disengage
Let It approach you
and when it does
stand your ground
Wait
Don’t even think
of reacting
for if you do
then you will be committed
bound to your response
compelled to decision
confirmed in participation
in life
slave to
yes and no
and thus to become
established
fed to the mould
Another
one of them
A shackled soul
… A human being

 

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BUKOWSKI … a Crazy Life

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Van Inscription:  BUKOWSKI – some people never go crazy – what truly horrible lives they must lead’   ©

Henry Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994), was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writer.  His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles.  His work addresses the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work. (Wikipedia)

Bukowski has become something of a cult hero.  For some, his life-style, his aphorisms, the spirit imaged in his poetry, have become a way of life.  An image of one such itinerant was caught on camera by a Canadian friend on the Pacific coast of British Columbia.  This photograph occasioned my verse below . . .

BUKOWSKI

my life I confess
in my poetry
it is the vagrant life
tale of a loafer
lowlife laureate
being a bummer
suited me
no carbon copy
king of the underground
pulp-fiction hero
I made the running
took to my heels and
ran with the wind
lusted after life
stopped on a whim
ate when the food was there
or I stood still
and hungered
took my fill of loving
the casual way
I didn’t try
kept a wandering eye
the man who got lucky
lay in wait for inspiration
caught a glimpse of Paradise
nurtured that bluebird in my heart
laughed and scorned
smoked the weed that thrills
loved the life that kills
lived it
versified it
crucified it
until it crucified me.

Find What You Love

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Charles Bukowski

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The ‘Bukowski’ van parked on the seafront on Vancouver Island, B.C.   Photographs of the van are by courtesy of Canadian artist, Alma Kerr. ©

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