my buddy

sitting under this light
looking at the Buddha.
the Buddha is laughing
at me
at
everything.

we have gone so far
and gone
nowhere.
we have lived so long
and hardly at
all.

the Buddha is laughing….

this hunk of porcelain
sitting there across from me
tonight

as the poems do not
arrive.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1990
Source
Original manuscript
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