WHAT CHARLIE SAID
I’m sitting here waiting
For that damn bug to climb down the wall.
And that’s what’s bugging me.
The blasted thing has six legs
You’d think it’d move faster.
All we got is this field of white.
That’s what we artistes do.
Or should that be artisti do,
Stare at white and blink sometimes
And wait on the freakin’ bug.
It don’t take a big vocabulary to write;
Hemingway proved that.
Maybe it do or don’t take genius.
What it takes is one hard ass
While you hope the bug’s photogenic.
Photograph is of Charles Bukowski