If we consider what can be seen: Engines
us crazy, Lovers just hating. That
fish market ...
stares back deep into our minds. Flores
rotten flies caught in spider webs.
Riots, caged lion roars. Clowns
love of money.
Nations that move people as pawns. Thieves
daylight with wonderful wives and wine at night. The
overcrowded prisons, the topic of the unemployed. Grass
dying fires negligible.
Men old enough to love the grave.
These and other things, show that life revolves around an axis rotten.
But we have made a little music;
And a poster stuck in the corner, or No whiskey.
A horse that runs as if the devil was twisting the tail on the grass blue,
and crying ... Then again, Love
As a car turns the corner, Spot
The city expects to
wine and flowers the water flowing through the lake,
And Summer and Winter and Summer and Winter Summer And again.
Bukowski ....
