Teksten van de gedichten uit “the last night of the earth poems” van Charles Bukowski
the aliens you may not believe it they they and when they die you may not believe it but but I oh no and I am | balloons today and called him over. he came over. they argued with him he said he couldn’t. one of them started the other took out a gun he fell they took his balloons said there are also other guys |
blasted apart with running there now all there is to do life too many bodies worst have been the faces: barbaric senseless days | there is no plan relatively speaking and coming |
the bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart there’s a bluebird in my heart there’s a bluebird in my heart there’s a bluebird in my heart do you? | in the bottom in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour |
in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour | in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour in the bottom of the hour |
be kind we are always asked to one is asked to view their but age because they have lived not their fault? I am asked to hide my viewpoint from age is no crime but the shame | spark I always resented all the years yet my fellow workers the workers submitted. I considered suicide. |
eyeless through space it’s no longer any good sucker down at the opera last is first | and now it’s here |
jam that Harbor Freeway south I mean it can simply become last Friday evening where the cars were working on the radio I was well versed the remainder of the stations | the classical stations I turned the radio I began to wonder |
then the car ahead of hearing the world news | peace near the corner table in the cafe it is 9 in the evening. through the blinds her right elbow is on the table |
flophouse you haven’t lived with everybody snoring at once | it’s not bearable. it’s dark |
the idiot I believe the thought came to me I had noticed some although looked down upon I imagined myself I was first noticed one of my teachers | “what is it Henry? she kissed me |
you know and I know and thee know that as the yellow shade rips you know and I know and thee know as the tanks practice on false battlefields you know and I know and thee know the sadness and the glory of two slippers under a bed you know and I know and thee know the end as we know it now it seems such a lousy trick you know and I know and thee know the joy that sometimes comes along out of nowhere you know and I know and thee know the cross-eyed craziness of total elation you know and I know and thee know as we look at our hands our feet our lives our way you know and I know and thee know we will defeat death. |