34THPARALLEL INDIE LITMAG DIGITAL & PRINT

Bukowski said that there was everything and nothing.

BUKOWSKI BY CRISTINA CARTER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE  ISSUE 47

Bukowski 

said that there was everything

and nothing

for the grocery clerk

for me

everything and nothing

and nothing

and nothing

I am a blank page

empty

as the people standing before me

I touch

their beer

their overripe tomatoes

their money covered in blood or shit

their money pulled from their bra

wet

from a muggy Sacramento July

empty

as the woman before me

thinking of spreading her legs

on the American river

nothing and nothing

as I clock in

at 3am

crisp air and solitude

as I clock out at midnight

darkness and exhaustion

waiting and waiting

before the blank page

as I crumble underneath

the clown faces

of my managers

as they laugh at how

they make me dance

I want to watch

their jester faces

melting under broken bones

to do something

to have everything

but only nothing

to burn my lungs

with my third cigarette

to cover the smoke

with cold coffee

while I look at nothing

I want to eat the dirt

from your grave

I want to find your words

and spit them out


34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 47

MARTHA WHO? BY RONALD WALKER, 4TH STREET EPISTLE BY ERIC A LOYA, 10 DAYS TO THE APOCALYPSE BY MIKE COSTE, CRADLE BY CAROLINE GRIEGO, LIVE! BY UTE CARSON, BUKOWSKI BY CRISTINA CARTER, THE LAUNDROMAT FRIEND BY CLAIRE NOONAN, A DAY IN THE HISTORY OF SYDNEY BY MICHAEL WASHBURN.