i am not surprised to exist
but since your first kiss
i have felt like a fish
on a flowered dish

or frozen in a waterfall wish
dirt poor and rich
hid on heaven´s niche
some strange terrible

itch
burns an unseen hole
that you hardly notice
came as no surprise
born into this*

you said
or something as equally
trite
or kitsch and
fell into
drunken oblivion
b....!

the title of a biography
of charles bukowski