a simple kindness

every now and then
more toward 3 a.m.
and well into the second
bottle
a poem will arrive
and you’ll read it
and immediately attach to it
that dirty word–
immortal.

well, we know
that in our world now
that
immortality can be very
brief
or
in the final run:
non-existent.

still, it’s nice to play with the
dreams of
old
and we place the poem in a
special place
and
go on with
others.

–to find that poem again
in the morning
read it
and
without hesitation
tear and basket
it.

it
was nowhere near
the old immortality
or
even the new
one

–just a drunken piece
of
sentimental
trash.

the best thing about self-
rejection
is
to save that obnoxious day
from
somebody else

also waiting to
get blown to
hell.

Like this website? Support it.
I want to bring all of Bukowski's poems online and make then freely available. This means hundreds of hours of work to retype over 1,000 of his poems from the original manuscripts. Your donations will help support this work.