Charles Bukowski

Artwork by Charles Bukowski

“As The Sparrow”

To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

Charles Bukowski

“Inside Henry” by Bliss

Inside Henry

Inside Henry

inside henry there is an unspoken rule:
every door remains bolted
coffee tickles his senses in vain
as I search for the wide-open ‘in’ i know exists

there are days when songs crown his furrowed brow
he swats at them like flies
there are evenings when his fire cackles
and crackles and simmers so close to the surface
that he walks around with his shirt off
and downs cold beer

he parades his ‘i love you’s
in criticism and dirty words
they loofah my heart
which thinks the whole thing is funny anyway
sparkling clean, scrubbed anew
i keep my eye on the blinding brilliant light
that lurks just under tomorrow’s left eyebrow

inside henry

Painting and Poem by Bliss

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