8 Count Poem by Charles Bukowski
8 Count
from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.
Ha, you have to appreciate his blunt honesty, if nothing else. I like this one.
I love his honesty and bluntness. As sad as the message may be at times, his writing often seems to include an element of humor.
Looks like writer's block. While he spent the full 8 couint on the canvas many times, the body of his work gives the rest of us inspiration to keep punching.
This poem will age well. In 100 years from now a person will STILL lol at this one.
Blunter than a broken pencil....Sillier than a bag full of hammers...So fantastically Charles Bukowski.... there was only 1 of him.
Amusing expression. Beautiful poem. Well deserved as modern poem of the POD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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What a laugh I gotout of this poem. His personality just shot through.