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strasbourg

extranjero

the river rise
and it's a mile high
is this worth tryin'
is this worth tryin'
cause I could fall
like a tear
well there's nothing else I can do

when I'm not alone
nothings beside me
what one eye sees
the other's blind in
well I could fall
as if I was young
with a lifetime to think of you

solitary motion

in the wake of an avalanche

erste frau

blinking lights on the airplane wings
up above the trees
blinking down a morse code signal
especially for me

ain't no rainbow in the sky
in the middle of the night
but the signal's coming through
one day i will be alright again

weltraum

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills. 


/ch.bukowski/

sands

late august early december

eight  
        is a spiral

and nine is a danger