You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
书名:You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
作者:Charles Bukowski
[1]
the flowers are burning
the rocks are melting
the door is stuck inside my head
it’s one hundred and two degrees in Hollywood
and the messenger stumbles
dropping the last message into a
hole in the earth
400 miles deep.
the movies are worse than ever
and the dead books of dead men read dead.
the white rats run the treadmill.
the bars stink in swampland darkness
as the lonely unfulfill the lonely.
there’s no clarity.
there was never meant to be clarity.
the sun is diminishing, they say.
wait and see.
gravy barks like a dog.
[2]
as the Bomb sits out there in the hands of a
diminishing species
all you want
is me sitting next to you
with popcorn and Dr. Pepper
as those dull celluloid teeth
chew away at
my remains.
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