POW PROMPT 6

POW PROMPT 6
I have written two centos based on Bukowski/Shakespeare. I will put one on now as an example in case anyone has not attempted one of these before. Remember to acknowledge all sources,no words of your own, and ideally no breaks in lines. My other poem gets posted on Wednesday.
Do you see, what, what?

It's midday Wednesday . Here is my other cento as promised. Looking forward to reading everyone's poems. The ones I have seen so far have been fantastic. I think the standard is very high and possibly the best to date.

BILL WILL KILL
What I am really worried about is
that my editor publisher might retire.
I wont blame him for getting out
Rough winds do shake the
darling buds of May
Will I have to seek other promulgators?
That fellow in the Russian
fur hat?
Or that beast in the East
With all that hair
in his ears
'Mr Chinaski, all your work
must now be submitted in
Rondo form
and
typed
triple -spaced on rice
paper '
keep it
sail it up your
ass
The first thing we do
let's kill all the lawyers
Well, John, if it happens
enjoy your divertissement
into plant husbandry
for he today that sheds his
blood with me
shall be my brother
and thank you for locating me
somewhere between
alcoholism and madness
Hooray Hooray say the roses
today is blamesday poem
for my 43rd burthday
and we are as red as blood
as the pointsettias drip in the sun
Hooray say the roses
I laugh not out loud

Sources
Shakespeare
Shakespeare Sonnet no 18
Henry V St Crispin's Day Speech
Henry V1 Pt 2 Act 4 Scene 2

Bukowski
Trollius and Trellises
Eat Your Heart Out
Having the flu with nothing to do
Hooray say the roses
Poem for my 43rd Birthday
one thity-six a.m.




Charles and Will Chill
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
All the perfume of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand
where you wrote me that last letter and
I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches
only writes to, keeps little photographs of
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
Next time, take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm no Shakespeare
I'm selling rhyme and life and line
and I sat there trying to explain
that I wasn't really a poet in the ordinary sense
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
pretty soon everyone was yawning
but as God said
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry
lost another reader
Camus
always
pissed
me
off
I lose 2 or 3
each week
when sorrows come they come not single spies
but in battalions
fine.
let'em go back to
Kafka

SOURCES
Shakespeare
Macbeth Act V Scene 1
Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2
Hamlet Act 3 Scene 3 100-103
Hamlet Act 4 Scene 5
Much Ado About Nothing

Bukowski
An Almost Made Up Poem
To The Whore Who Took My Poems
I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet
I like your books
Paris