For Jane | Bukowski

[wanton-wonton.livejournal.com]

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

Comments

[zagzagael.livejournal.com]

When I am not around Buk I forget how very very very much I love him. Odd that. Thank you.

[tree]

i am not very fond of bukowski, but this is just lovely. it reminds me a little of borges' the other tiger.

[moonglows.livejournal.com]

I love this poem. When my boyfriend died, I read this over and over again and it made me feel better.

[corinthian-wolf.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

Wow. I, too, don't have a huge fondness for Bukowski but jesus, this one cuts deep in such a short amount of time. Amazing. Hugely painful but in a good way.