Henry Charles Bukowski (Генри Чарльз Буковски)

decline

naked along the side of the house,
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
over my body, Jesus, have I come
to this?
I once battled in dark alleys for a
laugh.
now I'm not laughing.
I splash myself with oil and wonder,
how many years do you want?
how many days?
my blood is soiled and a dark
angel sits in my brain.
things are made of something and
go to nothing.
I understand the fall of cities, of
nations.
a small plane passes overhead.
I look upward as if it made sense to
look upward.
it's true, the sky has rotted:
it won't be long for any of
us. 

1. Splash
2. the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck
3. i wanted to overthrow the government but all i brought down was somebody's wife
4. Are You Drinking?
5. Girl in a Miniskirt Reading the Bible Outside My Window

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