(no subject)

Feb 15, 2005 14:34

for Jane
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.

they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.

is this how it works?

in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.

I kneel in the nights
before th tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.

the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
-Charles Bukowski
Previous post Next post
Up