I live with a lady and four cats
and some days we all get
along.
some days I have trouble with
one of the
cats.
other days I have trouble with
two of the
cats.
other days,
three.
some days I have trouble with
all four of the
cats.
and the
lady:
ten eyes looking at me
as if I was a dog.
By Charles Bukowski (1920 – 94)
Afterthought
Somehow this poem reminds me of one of mine. No, no, I am not comparing myself to him. No sir, he is so much better than me, hell I am not even a poet. ;p
4 comments:
hi alson,
i see you are blogging again.
ah, Charles Bukowski.i like his work for his street-talk style.
remember i post something about him in TPT?
haha!
Interesting link, dsnake. I found out some time back that Bukowski doesn't seem to be much respected by some poetry circles. But he certainly goes about his own daring way of telling his stories.
- Liz
hi dsnake,
Yup. But I’ve only started reading some of his poems recently, not bad at all.
hi liz,
he was quite an interesting guy. I am going to read more of his works. :)
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