crucifixion
now we must select with extreme caution our lovers,
now we must select with extreme caution our lovers,
water,
foodstuffs and even our visible
air.
it
is a very careful time.
our
politicians consider ways to dismantle
the
worldwide stockpile of bombs
all
too late, of course, since it only takes one fool to
push
one button
somewhere.
we
draw close together, frightened, searching for a return
to
a safe
womb.
but
we must have been wrong for too long. The asylums overflow and spill their
detritus
into our streets
and
where our leaders once spoke wisely
they
now speak gibberish –
they
stop, then continue, look about, addled,
substituting
insane slogans for real
speech.
this
is the price we now pay: we can’t go
back,
we can’t go forward and we hang helpless, nailed to a
world
of
our own
making.
Charles
Bukowski, The Flash of Lightning Behind
the Mountain: New Poems, p. 72.
barfly
Jane,who
has been dead for 31 years,
never
could have
imagined
that I would write a screenplay of our drinking
days
together
and
that
a beautiful movie star would play her
part.
I
can hear Jane now: “A beautiful movie star? oh,
for
Christ’s sake!”
Jane,
that’s show biz, so go back to sleep, dear, because
no
matter how hard they tried they
just
couldn’t find anyone exactly like
you.
and
neither can
I.
Charles
Bukowski, The Flash of Lightning Behind
the Mountain: New Poems, p. 73.