23 de mayo de 2009

melancholia by Charles Bukowski:





the history of melancholia

includes all of us.

me, I writhe in dirty sheets

while staring at blue walls

and nothing. I have gotten so used to melancholia


I greet it like an old friend.

I will now do 15 minutes of grieving

for the lost redhead,

I tell the gods.

I do it and feel quite bad quite sad,

then I rise


even though nothing is solved.

that's what I get for kicking

religion in the ass.

I should have kicked the redhead

in the ass

where her brains and her bread and

butter are


but, no, I've felt sad

about everything:

the lost redhead

was just another smash

in a lifelong

loss… I listen to drums on the radio now

and grin.

there is something wrong with me



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