A Bukowski Fav

Some people never go crazy.
Me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
They’ll find me there.
It’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
they pour wine down my throat,
rub my chest,
sprinkle me with oils.
Then, I’ll rise with a roar,
rant, rage –
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the lawn. I’ll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale.
Some people never go crazy.
What truly horrible lives
they must lead.
(c) Charles Bukowski

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Rising Hawk says:

    Love Bukowski!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lori Carlson says:

    I always loved his gruffness. Another fave poet of mine too 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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