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.

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (11)

Excellent poetic expression as also observation and reaction to it.
My comment appears to have been censored. On a poetry site? ? ?
A long-time fan of Bukowski, I first read this poem many, many years ago. I only thought of it today because I inadvertently wrote the sentence just thought I'd let you know, in a letter to a friend. It was to find 8 Count in it's entirety here.
This poem is weird. I like it.
Looks like writer's block. While he spent the full 8 couint on the canvas many times, the body of his work gives the rest of us inspiration to keep punching.
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