Saturday, December 27, 2008

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard. Mockingbird wish me luck.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and we both looked out the window
at the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
"It's not pretty."

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
I Met A Genius by Charles Bukowski
all theories
like clich├ęs
shot to hell,
all these small faces
looking up
beautiful and believing;
I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.
we have narrowed it down to
the butcherknife and the
mockingbird.
wish us
luck.
No title by Charles Bukowski

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