Unknown101

Apr 2015

Charles Bukowski

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,
******.

Unknown101 Apr 2015

there is

there is a certain kind of loneliness at 3am--
a kind of sweet embitterment
fuelled by the mild discontentment
of moments passed.

n.b. pinned up on my wall for months

#thoughts #me #reflection #loneliness #solace

Unknown101 Apr 2015

investment (10w)

ten pennies for your thoughts
i'd spend on words instead

n.b. tba

#words #thoughts #you #conversation #tenwords

Apr 2015

September

******

Forgive me Father
for I have sinned
but oh God,
did I feel like a saint—
(when I unzipped his jeans
like locked church doors)
(when I read the marks on his skin
like words from the bible)
(when I got on my knees
and swallowed salvation)

I like them young and religious
Poem from past times that I kinda wish I could go back to