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Decline
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Decline

Poem By Charles Bukowski

naked along the side of the house,
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
over my body, Jesus, have I come
to this?
I once battled in dark alleys for a
laugh.
now I'm not laughing.
I splash myself with oil and wonder,
how many years do you want?
how many days?
my blood is soiled and a dark
angel sits in my brain.
things are made of something and
go to nothing.
I understand the fall of cities, of
nations.
a small plane passes overhead.
I look upward as if it made sense to
look upward.
it's true, the sky has rotted:
it won't be long for any of
us.

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I look upward as if it made sense to look upward. it's true, the sky has rotted: it won't be long for any of us........./// greatly written the inside feeling; I think this is the poem on poetic repentance about the riot world!
A poem about the dark side of life, and a convincing one. ' now I'm not laughing'. He wonders how much more time he wants to live, as people do.
I look upward as if it made sense to look upward. it's true, the sky has rotted: it won't be long for any of us. very fine poem. tony
Soiled blood! ! Musing along! Waiting for the End. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Exhausted in life at the end of it, this is the utterance one can express counting the remaining days in the world! What else one can do or say? Experience of Charles Bukowski is well reflected here in this Modern Poem of the day selected by the experienced PH!
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