Poem About Bukowski’s Grave & Paranoia.
“Trust Goes”

TRUST GOES
I can see only a few Stars
Tonight,
And cherish the bit of Chinaski you
Gifted me,
As I enjoy a Beat.
Caffeinate Myself,
And Pretend
That I’m a Land Lord.
Hedge after Hedge
And,
Jackal after Jackal
Trust Goes.
....
TONIGHT, TOMORROW
Desire to
Help the West coast
People in
Tents swells.
The Nights
Are long, They never
End-
Desire.
The smouldering Coal, That
Little Moon
In my Eye that flies
Into the
Bottom of Cans.
There’s no Stars And the Dragon’s
Hidin,
Plans!, Plans!, Plans!
Exhausted by their formulation.
These Nights
They’re long-
Desire.
Picture some Miami
Deity’s Tear
Smilin.
....
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About the Creator
Ethan Godsoe
Godsoe’s a Planet writing poems where He’s the speaker. The very “I” That was born on February 22nd, 1999. My stories are Personal, they’re not always simple; charming nor are they vice-less.



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