Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.


Anonymous submission.

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (5)

As I love all Teddy Bears, this story made me cry. Very sad with having to part from them, they become almost human don't they. Loved this. Love Ernestine XXX
A beautiful memory. I too loved my ole bear, long gone but not forgotten. Patricia Gale
A beautiful connection to a treasure not lost for he is still in your heart and he has been given a new lease of life because he has touched us also, a wonderful poem, Love Duncan
This poem is a treasure, Sylvia. It belongs in a child's storybook. There is something very touching and lovely about it. Thank you for sharing. Love from your sister in spirit. Sandra
What a sweet poem (and tribute) to your Ted. I've never actually heard of anyone burying their teddy bear but, this is adorable. (Sad too though) :) Great job Sylvia! Sincerely, Mary