Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Seeing For You



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The leaves left at the tops of trees
sound like rain in the wind. November—
the sparrows play at being leaves,
the leaves at being birds.

I play at seeing for you
now that you play at being gone.


 ~ Linda Allardt


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image via datura 


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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Thursday, August 4, 2011

forget it

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now, listen, when I die I don't want any crying, just get the
disposal under way, I've had a full some life, and
if anybody has had an edge, I've
had it, I've lived 7 or 8 lives in one, enough for
anybody.
we are all, finally, the same, so no speeches, please,
unless you want to say he played the horses and was very
good at that.

you're next and I already know something you don't,
maybe.
 

confession

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

"Hank!"

Hank won't
answer.

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her
even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.


~ Charles Bukowski


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