You don’t seem to understand, old man,
I’m not gonna die, not today,
Not tomorrow, not ever.
But you just don’t get it.
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The strong robust voice of Ernesto. This reads as if excerpted from a play. SAS
Gary, I like this very much. There is something of Bukowski in it, but I firmly believe that whilst Charlie wasn’t up to writing poetry, those that followed on from him made a good job of it. I like the narration in this I think that the comment below does make a point but that isn’t to appear negative (which I don’t take the reader below to be) . Poems sometimes work when they appear to be a part of something bigger. I think what you have here is a sort of soliloquy where the voice only appears to be directing itself to someone, but the fact that there isn’t another voice in the poem suggests that the narrator is alone. A great poem with a superb title, I might add.