Bukowski
It's Been Way Too Long
40,000 flies
torn by a temporary wind
we come back together again
check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders
wonder if there will be one more
woman
now
40,000 flies running the arms of my
soul
singing
I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store
arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?
what kind of shit is
this?
it's so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.
- written by Charles Bukowski, taken from his book Play The Piano Drunk Like A Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Start To Bleed A Bit.
Kyle,
Thanks for bringing Henry back into the mix - he was poorly missed - in the future, we'll lean into this business with / just as much wit, and sadly less cleverness.
JDS
Reading Post Office for about the 500th time right now. It makes me look at my postman Leo in a different light.