Poem of the Day

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.

Charles Bukowski


TS