Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sunday poetry
weep
weep for the indifference of flying fish
weep for the absence of long-haired blondes
weep for the sadness of yourself
weep for Bach
weep for the extinct animals
weep for grandfather's clock
weep for weeping
because no one cares
the doors open in and out
the lights go on and off
teeth are pulled
I forgive the indifference of flying fish
I forgive the butterfly and the moth
I forgive the first woman who held my psyche
in her fingertips when
I was sold into captivity
long ago.
~ Charles Bukowski
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