225 days under grass
and
you know more than I.
they
have long taken your blood,
you
are a dry stick in a basket.
is
this how it works?
in
this room
the
hours of love
still
make shadows.
when
you left
you
took almost
everything.
I
kneel in the nights
before
tigers
that
will not let me be.
what
you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
~ Charles Bukowski






