ducking

once again
I hear of somebody who is going to
do their work
as soon as they get better
lighting,
as soon as they move to the new
city,
as soon as they finish the trip they
have been planning,
as soon as…

it’s simple:   they just don’t want
to do it,
otherwise they’d feel a burning
hell of a hell,
the only soon as
would be
now

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1974
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