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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Midnight Bus Poetry

Posted by Paul Constant on Sat, Mar 21, 2009 at 12:00 AM

Tonight, we have a very special Bus Poem. Our poet is Brian McGuigan, who is a big muckety-muck at the Hugo House and co-founder and curator of Cheap Wine and Poetry, the big fun drunk poetry reading at the House. He also blogs every once in a while over here.

Here is his bus poem:


war
after Bukowski

the bus driver sighs stopped at the light
as rain falls on the windshield;
he doesn’t have a chance—
rides from Queen Anne
through Capitol Hill
and out to the CD, an improbable rain,
and an improbable timetable,
we pass so many without a chance.
and I realize that there isn’t much chance
for any of
us. peace won’t save us and war won’t save us,
a good war or a bad
war.
we take a lot and use it until it is
gone.
bombs drop, tax seasons begin, there are sick days and
days we just call in;
we try to cheat the machine.
war, you kill any man
and then another.
the bus driver has Denny Way
between Seattle Center and the 5.
I sit next to a veteran who puts his feet up
on a seat.
there is a small tear rolling from one of the bus driver’s
eyes. he is ashamed to wipe it
away.
the people click on cell phones or listen to iPods or look out their
windows.
the tear rolls
rolls over the cheekbone
then down the face,
then the
floor.
MLK, yells the bus driver,
turning on MLK
Way.
he speaks, at last. what a dubious thing.
I get off at MLK. I need to smoke and have something
to eat. I don’t care about the bus
anymore. it is a
death toll scrolling across the bottom
of a TV screen. I don’t see it
anymore.
there will be more buses.

I decide to smoke
and eat after.

I walk into the rain and out of the rain
and take off my wet shoes
and dry off.

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1
Wow, here's hoping that never makes it to print.
Posted by seriously? on March 21, 2009 at 2:28 AM
2
Her friend is dead, murdered

Amanda does cartwheels and keeps smiling

Go to Hell, Amanda
Posted by wipe that smile off her ugly face on March 21, 2009 at 7:20 AM
3
I pity the fool that read that.
Posted by Mr T on March 21, 2009 at 8:45 AM
4
@1. It already made it to print, fucker. For you though, this is as far as it gets. Congrats.
Posted by Brian on March 21, 2009 at 9:48 AM
5
Hosers are to have said that never fearing the webmasters back end name change will bring about more Constant thief.

Paul Constant, I expect you to research the webmaster and my keystroke as my "other Dylan one went somewhere else today when I changed my original name again in this danielbennettkieneker"shone". to icaught you changing my back name or side or whatever it was that proved you need old nerds like me... bring lot's of pot and wine and beer tonight to Jeff's in Fremont.
Posted by dant;icaught you changing the back side of my name on March 21, 2009 at 10:55 AM
6
so derivative...snooze
Posted by megan on March 21, 2009 at 12:34 PM
7
@6. Well, yes, this poem is derivative. It is "after" a Bukowski poem, meaning I po-jacked--or stole, for the non-poets--one of his poems and added my own little twinkle to it. Ta da! This is what poets do for fun when we aren't drinking or self-loathing.

As for the snooze factor, I have something that'll definitely wake you up: I'll be playing Bukowski at Dead Poets Society, April 9, 7:30 p.m. at Hugo House. If you think this poem is a snoozer, I'm not sure how you'll feel about my reading of Buk's work, but I will be throwing cans of beer from the stage, and if you come and wave your hand, I promise to throw one at you. That should help with your poetry-inspired narcolepsy.
Posted by Brian on March 21, 2009 at 3:04 PM
8
Eh, I liked it.
Posted by Lenina sends her love on March 21, 2009 at 4:35 PM
9
i don't get it
Posted by poetry? on March 21, 2009 at 4:38 PM
10
Bukowski, Brian, Cap Hill and wine, I can feel it coming,...whaaaack!
Posted by El Ghost Host on March 21, 2009 at 8:01 PM
11
let's buttfuck and be gay
Posted by gay buttfucking is the most important thing anywhere on March 22, 2009 at 1:44 PM
12
I loved the poem, but then again I actually LIKE poetry. Its a solid poem. Thanks for sharing Brian.
Posted by otto on March 22, 2009 at 6:22 PM

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