Charles Bukowski

safe

the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
by 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.
 
the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.
 
but I feel them drowning.
and I can’t save them.
 
they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.
 
but the price is
terrible.
 
sometimes during the day
will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
 
the house is sad for the people living
there
and I am too
and we look at each other
and cars go up and down the
street,
boats cross the harbor
and the tall palms poke
at the sky
and to night at 9 p.m.
the lights will go out,
and not only in that
house
and not only in this
city.
safe lives hiding,
almost
stopped,
the breathing of
bodies and little
else.
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