when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the screen like a burglar to take your life away
screen like a burglar to take your life away
the snake had crawled the hole,
and she said,
tell me about
yourself.
and
said,
was beaten down
long ago
in some alley
in another
world.
and she said,
we’re all
like pigs
slapped down some lane,
our
grassbrains
singing
toward the
blade.
by
god,
you’re an
odd one,
said.
we
sat there
smoking
cigarettes
at
in the morning.
Autres oeuvres par Charles Bukowski...
