Tombs
Bukowski snuffs a cigarette,
Larkins fucked but not dead yet...
Primo gets a new tattoo,
Lenny breaks some old taboo...
Marilyn kneels beneath the desk,
Lewinski should have cleaned that dress...
Bibi parts the Red Sea wide,
Khamenei lives where Khamenei died.
Bukowski knew what life was for,
but Larkin knew a little more...
We're fucked before we leave the womb,
we are but lives between our tombs.

David RL Moore
Mon 13th Apr 2026 16:48
Hi there,
Thanks to all those who have liked and made comments on this poem.
Greg;
Thanks for your input and comments here, always interesting to hear ideas and opinions.
When it comes to the use of AI in the creative arts I am not generally in favour. Specifically when it is used to create original content. I do use AI for other things, mainly to find gateways into subjects I have little or know knowledge about. My use of AI to review this poem came about when a friend of mine showed me the results of what he had similarly done, it got my interest.
The foundations of art as we perceive it are in the spirit of mankind, you could replace that word with soul if it fits better for you. Without that ingredient it has little meaning in respect of humanity and the individual. Anyway that is my belief.
Stephen;
Thanks for your reading and kind words.
I have to believe that Larkin wasn't quite as grumpy as he often apprears. That said he was a man with some particular issues when it came to his apparent prejudices, some pretty unsavoury. I believe this, mostly because I recognise a thread of grumpiness weaving through some (not nearly all) of my work, I can categorically say that most of the time I'm fairly upbeat in reality.
Graham;
Thank you, I appreciate you focussing on the text of the poem as well as the commentry regarding AI.
Telboy;
Thanks for checking in and for your positive vote, always good to see you.
David RL Moore