Turn Left

Apparently, Bukowski has had an effect on me. Tonight, I had an experience going home that screamed Bukowski. I do not care if everyone that reads this hates it, but it cannot be said that it is anything short of Bukowskian (don’t tell me it isn’t a word). I do not anticipate writing anything else inspired by Bukowski or any other poetry for that matter (and you know who I am not stepping on your toes, you're much better than me), and I am by no means a poet. I copied Bukowski’s style exactly, but I felt that I wanted to write it, and I felt like blogging it. Love it or hate it, here it goes.


Turn Left

as I walked into
the convenience
store,
I saw the man from
Arkansas
asking for directions

the old lady wearing
pants too
tight
and make-up
too much
is
clueless

“Where do you
need to go”
I inquired

Aspen Glen Drive

says the man
from
Arkansas

“I used to
live there.”
I respond

so I go over
the directions
3 times

starting over 8
times with

“turn left outta here”

I tell him to
drive past the

tire store, middle
school and yield
sign.

I gave him directions
down to a t

as I leave
the store,

with my diet
Dr. Pepper
because they
were all out
of
regular Dr. Pepper

I feel good about
myself for giving
the poor, lost
man from Arkansas
directions

As I climb into my
car and turn it
on I see
the man from
Arkansas
turn right
out of
the parking lot

“shit” I say

and now my
Dr. Pepper
looks worse than
it did 2 minutes ago.