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.
Anonymous submission.
Celine Charcoal...i seriously doubt that your work is any better than Bukowski's, in fact, i doubt that you even come relatively close to scratching the surface of his level of skill.
a very dark & bleak portrayal of life but this is just a pesamistic view anyone who really feels this i recommend you read the art of happiness by dali lama - it literally changed my life. still a very good poem. if anyone gets time check some of mine out. ty
The relentless story of humanity; searchers we are born, seekers we die, never quite right, 'tween earth and sky.
I think that he's saying we want to connect fully with others, but it's impossible. We want to know everything about them, we want their eyes to tear our skin apart, and their words to crack our bones. But it's impossible to get to know someone completely, because flesh covers the bone.
Bukowski was a poets poet a drunk and a wise man. This poem epitomizes the ultimate failure of humanity. Mr Gibbens is right it is very buddhist.
Drinking my coffee and reading this masterpiece. Doesn't get any better than this.
The whole life is a search for a little bit of love. If we do not get it, we become psychologically and physically ill. If we experience it, then there is Rhythm in our souls and we dance in those rhythmic steps forgetting ourselves.
'and nobody finds the one'.. not true! people will find the one and then let them go because they are morons and idiots and not true to theor own feeling... morons
Flesh searches for more than fleshes.... the expression needs to be ponder on. The poem digs much philosophocal grounds. Very difficult to interpret in one or dimensional plane! However, there are plenty of substances for the readers to instrospect. Critically appreciated.
Anybody else see a Buddhist connection/message in this one?