nice try

best dream I ever
had
I could
fly
in this
dream

I flew over
fields and these
dry brown
hills
and
below me
men, women and
children
were running

and then
my flying
mechanism began to
fail
falter
and I began to
fall
slowly toward
them
and they
reached up their
arms
and tried to
grab me
but through sheer
and
damnable will
I forced myself to
fly
upwards
again
out of their
reach

and with that
it got
easier and
easier
and I flew
upwards
upwards
through the clouds
and out into
the
sunlight.

when I awakened
I was on the
drunktank floor
of the old
Lincoln Heights jail
at North Avenue
21
and not only
didn’t I have any
wings
all I had was
my property slip
and somebody was
puking
into the
toilet

maybe I’d be
an angel
some other
time.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1983
Source
Original manuscript