run with the hunted
there’s no other way:
8 or ten poems a
night.
in the sink
behind me are dishes
that haven’t been
washed in 2
weeks.
the sheets need
changing
and the bed is
unmade.
half the lights are
burned-out here.
it gets darker
and darker
(I have replacement
bulbs but can’t get them
out of their cardboard
wrapper.) Despite my
dirty shorts in the
bathtub
and the rest of my dirty
laundry on the
bedroom floor,
they haven’t
come for me yet
with their badges and their rules and their
numb ears. oh, them
and their caprice!
like the fox
I run with the hunted and
if I’m not the happiest
man on earth I’m surely the
luckiest man
alive.
my doom smiles at me by Charles Bukowski, from The Flash of Lightning Behind the Mountain
Just to clarify: I've done the washing up several times in the last two weeks. Go me. I love that sudden turnaround from Bukowski-like, terrible squalor to a kind of joy. I think there's joy in this.
There's a tattoo of a line from this here.
8 or ten poems a
night.
in the sink
behind me are dishes
that haven’t been
washed in 2
weeks.
the sheets need
changing
and the bed is
unmade.
half the lights are
burned-out here.
it gets darker
and darker
(I have replacement
bulbs but can’t get them
out of their cardboard
wrapper.) Despite my
dirty shorts in the
bathtub
and the rest of my dirty
laundry on the
bedroom floor,
they haven’t
come for me yet
with their badges and their rules and their
numb ears. oh, them
and their caprice!
like the fox
I run with the hunted and
if I’m not the happiest
man on earth I’m surely the
luckiest man
alive.
my doom smiles at me by Charles Bukowski, from The Flash of Lightning Behind the Mountain
Just to clarify: I've done the washing up several times in the last two weeks. Go me. I love that sudden turnaround from Bukowski-like, terrible squalor to a kind of joy. I think there's joy in this.
There's a tattoo of a line from this here.