quinta-feira, 16 de junho de 2016




          the escape

escape from the black widow spider
is a miracle as great as art
what a web she can weave
slowly drawing you to her
she'll embrace you
then when she's satisfied
she'll kill you
still in her embrace
and suck the blood from you

I escaped my black widow
because she had too many males
in her web
and while she was embracing one
and then the other and then
I worked free
got out
to where I was before.

She'll miss me - 
not my love
but the taste of my blood,
but she's good, she'll find other
she's so good that I almost miss my death,
but not quite;
I've escaped. I view the other



a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of 
appears to have the power 
of ten thousand gods,

why is this?


           the meek have inherited

if I'd suffer at this 
think how I'd feel
among the lettuce-
pickers of salinas?

I think of the men 
I've known in
with no way to
get out - 
choking while living
choking while laughing
at Bob Hope or Lucille
Ball while
2 or 3 children beat
tennis balls agains
the walls.

some suicides are never

Charles Bukowski, in Love Is a Dog From Hell, Poems 1974-1977