8 count

from my bed

I watch
3 birds
on a telephone   
wire.
 
one flies
off.
then   
another.
 
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
 
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
 
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
 
just thought I’d
let you
know,
fucker.
 
 
 
 
 
“8 count” from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 by Charles Bukowski. Copyright © 1963, 1964, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1968, 1974 by Charles Bukowski. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers. 
 

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