DISCLAIMER: Doug Bukowski belongs to The Hills Have Eyes. Which belongs to Craven-Maddalena Films.
Author's Note: I don't normally write poetry… but this was homework for my English class, believe it or not. The prompt is rather complicated—we read the prologue to "The Canterbury Tales" (Geoffrey Chaucer) and were asked to use a person/character/personality from "modern society" and write out our own part to the prologue. My mind immediately went to Doug. Anyway, with that mumbo-jumbo out of the way, I hope you enjoy, and I apologize for the rushed ending.
DOUG BUKOWSKI: CANTERBURY-STYLE by B.O.W. 121
Among
us was a man that carried cell phones—
One in each hand, both
with different ring-tones.
He, Bukowski, said, "These phones
will be sold,"
As it was his job, he constantly told.
Two
days away, he couldn't let things go;
Working for himself, that
business his own.
Exaggeration accompanied that:
"It can't
burn down before I come back!"
His clothes were of professional
manner:
White dress-shirt, brown khaki pants, no sand
or
Dishevelments to destroy the effect,
Showing up any
business-man you've met.
A pair of glasses were over his
eyes.
When the wind blew, his hair was carried high.
It grew
past his shoulders, colored a light brown,
Matching the short
beard surrounding his frown.
You wouldn't call Doug entirely
fake,
For an excellent father, he did make.
But habits changed
when his wife wasn't near—
He forgot submission, manners, plus
fear,
Rules, regulations, and role-model acts,
But threaten his
daughter and bring him fast.