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 (21)

A beautiful write. The moon and the poet, such a perfect match they are. Thank your for sharing..10+++++++ Perdita
Such a piercing poem! what a touchy connection between a person's heart, nature and the Moon!
What is behind the moon? A crystal teardrop on a stone... oh what a great imagination. your poems are all full of imagintion. this is a great poetic gift in you from God thank you
Fantastic, really fantastic depiction. Wonderful envision. Thanks for sharing.
What is behind the poet? ours to try and imagine the person and their words.
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