Burn the Bukowskis

quoting Bukowski
doesn't make you an intellectual
quoting Bukowski
doesn't make him an immortal
either

the Van Goghs
and
the Kahlos
the Nerudas
and
the Kafkas
what have we done to deserve them

the nicotine scars
of
a filthy tongue
the sweat-clad clumsy covers
of
a horrifying barity
the arrogant dialogues
of
a scathing conversation

they have made to the vilest of places
whereabouts they haven't deserved


burn them down
burn them all
let the ashes be forgotten in the ashes

stories we never deserved
let the epitaphs say it all