1
why do we kill all those christmas trees just
to celebrate one birthday?
to celebrate one birthday?
2
I've come off a week of the flu
just in time
to face the oncoming Christmas
season,
and do you realize the hopeless
crazy feeling this brings to an
agnostic?
it's as if the whole world has gone
sick on cue
3
Christmas eve, alone,
in a motel room
down the coast
near the Pacific"”
hear it?
they've tried to do this place up
Spanish, there's
tapestry and lamps, and
the toilet's clean, there are
tiny bars of pink
soap.
they won't find us
here:
the barracudas or the ladies or
the idol
worshippers.
back in town
they're drunk and panicked
running red lights
breaking their heads open
in honor of Christ's
birthday. that's nice.
soon I'll finish this 5th of
Puerto Rican rum.
in the morning I'll vomit and
shower, drive back
in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m.,
be back in my room by
2,
stretched on the bed,
waiting for the phone to ring,
not answering,
my holiday is an
evasion, my reasoning
is not.
4
Christmas and New Year’s move
toward us
again
the old sickening
duet
the masses coming out
of their tv
caves
the family
gatherings
the gross
dull
nothingness,
the fake
drunks,
the fake
smiles,
the fake
people
may we live
through this
somehow,
one more
 |
Η Fernanda Pivano και ο Charles Bukowski στο σπίτι του Bukowski , στο Σαν Πέντρο της Καλιφόρνιας (1980 ) . φωτ . Linda Lee Bukowski |
