| 11:00a |
sitting with the IBM by Charles Bukowski
...anyhow, mu 5 cats dislike the heat, they
sit outside under the cool juniper bushes
listening to me
type.
sometimes they bring me presents:
birds or mice.
the we have a little misunder-
standing.
and they back off
looking at me
and their eyes say: this guy's nuts,
he doesn't know that this is the way
it works... |
| 11:05a |
splashing by Charles Bukowski
dumb,
Jesus Christ,
some people are so dumb
you can hear them
splashing around
in their dumbness
as their eyes
look out of their
heads.
they have
most of their
parts: hands, feet,
ears, legs, elbows,
intestines, fingernails,
noses and so
forth
but
there's nothing
there
yet
they are able to
speak,
form sentences -
but what
comes out
of their mouths
are the stalest
concepts, the most
warped beliefs,
they are the repository
of all the obvious
stupidities
they have
stuffed
themselves
with
and it hurts me
to
look at them
to
listen to them,
I want to
run and hide
I want to
escape their engulfing
nullity
there is no
horror movie
worse,
no murder
as unsolved
but
the world
goes on
and they
go on
dumbly
slamming
my guts to
pieces. |