yes

I ride a poem like a horse, I hang on, I
write 25 to 50 poems a month, I get rejected,
I get accepted, I get old, I type some more,
I walk poems, I sleep poems, I have poems
that get sick and fall down, I have poems
that bite holes in paper.
I don’t think that the poems are holy or
a message from the gods
but
they are necessary to me like a
can opener or a tire jack or a pair of
shoes or toenail clippers or a windshield
wiper.

I write 25 to 50 poems a month.
this is one of them
as the ant lions do the
mazurka.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1990
Source
Original manuscript