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 (10)

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.
I love his honesty and bluntness. As sad as the message may be at times, his writing often seems to include an element of humor.
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