Drunk with Buk

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I drink with
little luck but
I drink with Buk.
I love and despise
and pity and cherish
him like my
deceased grandfather
who was laid to rest
after years of
bitterness.

When the wind blows
I feel the dead and the unborn,
when the leaves rustle in
the night-time breeze
I hear the dead and the unborn,
when the fresh sea weed drifts
onto the shore
I smell the dead and the unborn,
when the trees deliver me
the great kiss of life
I breathe the dead and the unborn
and when I sip my beer and get
the aftertaste of alcohol on
my tongue
I taste the bitterness of Buk,
the burden on myself,
the weakness of my father and
the legacy of my grandfather
and all of us are
the dead,
the living
and the unborn
together
in the universe.

– Lennie Bezwik

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About bezwik

Lennie Bezwik is an English poet and lyricist who lives in Spain. Before getting into poetry, Bezwik was part of the London based UK Hip Hop scene, writing songs, producing tracks and performing live rap. Over the last few years, Bezwik has done a lot of travelling, drinking and writing. Nowadays, he sneaks off to dingy little Spanish bars at night and writes poems in his notebook. His biggest inspirations are homelessness, unemployment, booze, love and being dreamy.

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