from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I’d
let you
know,
fucker.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Charles Bukowski's poem 8 Count

2 Comments

  1. Ernest B. Hammett says:

    Well on this one he did a great job.

  2. jerry says:

    This is a great poem so funny.Turning his block into a histerical poem now thats a great writer.

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