• bukowski şiiri.

    things are good as i am not dead yet
    and the rats move in the beercans,
    the papersacks shuffle like small dogs,
    and her photographs are stuck onto a painting
    by a dead german and she too is dead
    and it took 14 years to know her
    and if they give me another 14
    i will know her yet ...
    her photos stuck over the glass
    neither move nor speak,
    but i even have her voice on tape,
    and she speaks some evenings,
    her again
    so real she laughs
    says the thousand things,
    the one thing i always ignored;
    this will never leave me:
    that i had love
    and love died;
    a photo and a piece of tape
    is not much, i have learned late,
    but give me 14 days or 14 years,
    i will kill any man
    who would touch or take
    whatever's left.
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