Friday, 12 February 2010

For The Foxes
















For The Foxes

don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who constantly
rearrange their
lives
like furniture.

juggling mates
and attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love".

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my companion.

I  am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

Charles Bukowski

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