like a dolphin
dying has its rough edge.
no escaping now.
the warden has his eye on me.
his bad eye.
I’m doing hard time now.
in solitary.
locked down.
I’m not the first nor the last.
I’m just telling you how it is.
sit in my own shadow now.
the face of the people grows dim.
the old songs still play.
hand to my chin, I dream of
nothing while my lost childhood
leaps like a dolphin
in the frozen sea.
Altre opere di Charles Bukowski...
