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Charles Bukowski. young in New Orleans. The Last Night of the Earth Poems. [40]
- Charles Bukowski ~ The Last Night of the Earth Poems
tonight I am nothing
I have lost touch with the walls
I have seen too many heads, hands, feet,
heard too many voices,
I am weary with the continuation,
the music is old music,
there is no stirring in the air.
Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems
Charles Bukowski. they are everywhere. The Last Night of the Earth Poems. [39]
Charles Bukowski. warm light. The Last Night of the Earth Poems. [38]
this incompleteness is all
we have:
we write the same things
over and over
again.
we are fools,
driven.
Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems
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Maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it’s all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can’t put it straight, don’t want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.
Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems
Charles Bukowski. ill. The Last Night of the Earth Poems. [34]
Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems
Envelhecer não é crime, mas a vergonha de uma vida deliberadamente desperdiçada entre tantas vidas deliberadamente desperdiçadas, é.
Bukowski, (extraído do livro The Last Night of the Earth Poems, Black Sparrow Press)
Source: ovelhosafado
you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.
you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.
but I am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one
of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them
but they are
there
and I am
here.
Charles Bukowski, Aliens, The Last Night Of The Earth Poems.