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Charles Bukowski - The Blackbirds Are Rough Today

lonely as a dry and used orchard
spread over the earth
for use and surrender.

shot down like an ex-pug selling
dailies on the corner.

taken by tears like 
an aging chorus girl
who has gotten her last check.

a hanky is in order your lord your
worship.

the blackbirds are rough today
like
ingrown toenails
in an overnight
jail---
wine wine whine,
the blackbirds run around and
fly around
harping about
Spanish melodies and bones.

and everywhere is
nowhere---
the dream is as bad as
flapjacks and flat tires:

why do we go on
with our minds and
pockets full of
dust
like a bad boy just out of
school---
you tell
me,
you who were a hero in some
revolution
you who teach children
you who drink with calmness
you who own large homes
and walk in gardens
you who have killed a man and own a
beautiful wife
you tell me
why I am on fire like old dry
garbage.

we might surely have some interesting
correspondence.
it will keep the mailman busy.
and the butterflies and ants and bridges and
cemeteries
the rocket-makers and dogs and garage mechanics
will still go on a
while
until we run out of stamps
and/or
ideas.

don't be ashamed of
anything; I guess God meant it all
like
locks on 
doors.

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Poet: Charles Bukowski
Poem: The Blackbirds Are Rough Today

Comment 3 of 3, added on July 18th, 2014 at 9:06 PM.
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n65l2G Very informative blog post.Really looking forward to read more. Want more.

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Comment 2 of 3, added on February 20th, 2006 at 4:41 PM.

i like this a lot. clearly he is woken by squawking birds, a bastrd behind the eyes, no booze in the fridge and perhaps he's even soiled himself. he gets up, his bones ache, the birds continue to irritate. just one of those days.

Yoshie Shinohara from New Zealand
Comment 1 of 3, added on October 21st, 2005 at 4:15 PM.

a very rational way to see the world. "...i guess god meant it all like locks on doors"

iris sojli from France

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