NO HELP FOR THAT

NO HELP FOR THAT
by Charles Bukowski

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times

we will know it

we will know it
more than
ever

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

and

we will wait
and
wait

in that
space.

A footnote

I wanted

to get rid of
you

piece by
piece

by
pieces

like a
footnote

but
i soon

realized that

life is
far

from
being a
footnote

because you don't
fall
for a
footnote


& you can't
unwrite
love, fear,
desire, hatred
passion & lust


rather, life is a
whole bunch
of
tight-wrapped

feelings

left in

the

gutter

for you
so you can

grab onto
it

& pretend
that it's
yours

just
for a
moment
more

everything is heavier

everything is heavier
my soul feels like a thousand pounds
and my limbs are of lead

this is doing me no good
the tip of the scale must balance back
toward me

my skin is burning, sizzling
and my hair are of metal

i rather not
waste not
another instant

because there is some kind
of bird
telling me
that everything should
be okay
whether i like it or
not

Le cerveau dans la merde

J'ai le cerveau dans la merde et les idées qui s'effacent.
Tout se cache, ruminé par un grand rideau de velours tumefié.
La gueule de bois se fait salvatrice; jamais je n'aurais cru passer si proche du bon ordre (bonheur dans les pensées).
je continue a taper, nettement, toutes ces saletés
Qui semblent si bien rangées
Alignées telles des livres dans une bibliothèque
Dont on aurait oublié le nom
Ça s'appellait, se traitait de noms alors que
Des bombes éclatent dans le ciel
Et que les gamins se ruent dans la boue

24062012

Les mots coulent dans mes veines
Comme l’encre dans mon cerveau