Carvel Tefft writes poems about growing up and everything in between. He just began submitting his poetry online and shares his work to hopefully make someone feel. His biggest inspiration is Charles Bukowski.
“Reflection in Phases,” “Agony in Order” and “Sunday Whining”
How unremarkable we were
in our little unities
and stubborn alliances
How little we were
in our shadowed complaints
and broken pencils
And home was the roof
where we blew smoke up to the gods we never knew Read more.
“The Unwritten,” “Our Messy Shoes” and “William”
They don’t write many books
about when the love dies
I tell em’ to picture the river
washing over the familiar rocks
The pull we feel to abandon
any sense of continuity
Our broken compasses
Our broken bastards
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“An Ode to Bukowski”
Hell is a terrible place to tell a joke said the
man with the beard, as if God poured him
his cup of wine every night and whispered
the water into his rivers. and I’ve never
known how to love what i can’t see, you can
ask her and her and her, so your words
crawl to me. they don’t look me in the eyes… Read more.