“People look like flowers at last” – Bukowski wrote, and I believe it to be one of the best lines ever written. We can discuss about his personality, his vulgar tongue, his fake suffering, his unpoetic verse, but still, to write a line like this, you have to go through everything. Everything! love too much…
I was tricked, again!
I was promised a sudden death, every day,
but the coin toss just doesn’t happen to fall in heads–
just in tails,
and in years,
we experience reality
as how it should have been;
sitting in a chair
arms pricked, pierced, cut,
Let them dive in their own ignorance,
Let them sleep! They were made for that,
You were made for this.
I don’t forget shapes,
I forget scents!
How it is!
A group of lights gives us the sense of what another group of lights looks like.
The talks, man-
The talks and the if’s are killing the man.
And we still pretend.