Charles Bukowski

when I think of myself dead

I think of automobiles parked in
a parking lot
 
when I think of myself dead
I think of frying pans
 
when I think of myself dead
I think of somebody making love to you
when I’m not around
 
when I think of myself dead
I have trouble breathing
 
when I think of myself dead
I think of all the people waiting to die
 
when I think of myself dead
I think I won’t be able to drink water anymore
 
when I think of myself dead
the air goes all white
 
the roaches in my kitchen
tremble
 
and somebody will have to throw
my clean and dirty underwear
away.
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