Quantum Charlie

Quantum Charlie

there was a TV show.
a man’s mind bounced around
in past tenses, like a fly in a window,
and settled each week into some
different body’s set of troubles,
leaving suddenly just as things began
to clarify, about to go right.

Imagine:
week after week
with nothing but
Bukowski’s hangovers.

http://www.PoemHunter.com – The World’s Poetry Archive 108

Question And Answer

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that–
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

Charles Bukowski

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Posted on 2010/10/06, in Big Tent Poetry, poetry, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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