Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Panda Sex with Charles Bukowski

 



the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums up my soul.
I am wanting to live,
waiting to die.       

1 comment:

MamaM said...

It took three reads to find the distortion, but maybe that's because my soul got lost in the melancholy of the moment and the left-off ending.

I wish I could ring in some bravery.
it’s a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn’t know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun.
there’s nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
each faces it alone.
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably
young!