Tales of the Night

Parts of this poem come from Bukowski's book.

It’s dark now.

We see

 

The agony

Of

The artist

 

The smokers cough

Scratching at the necks of the unruly youth

 

The essence of a woman

Lit up by her red light

 

The man telling his wife

“Without gambling,

they’re not going to eat” and she tells him

to go ahead.

 

The beady eyes

Over the shoulder of the deserter

 

The roses now gray

 

The monks speak

 

The madman fulfills his

Wildest dreams

 

The despot

Who dreams of supreme rule

Fearful of himself

Or not

 

The Catholics swear

The lovers betray

The saints kill

You’re going to Hell

Oh! The insomnia

 

While us stars

Mostly

Stay the same