beds, toilets, you and me—, by Charles Bukowski | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

beds, toilets, you and me—

think of the beds

used again and again

to fuck in

to die in.

in this land

some of us fuck more than

we die

but most of us die

better than we

fuck,

and we die

piece by piece too—

in parks

eating ice cream, or

in igloos

of dementia,

or on straw mats

or upon disembarked

loves

or

or.

:beds beds beds

:toilets toilets toilets

the human sewage system

is the world’s greatest

invention.

and you invented me

and I invented you

and that’s why we don’t

get along

on this bed

any longer.

you were the world’s

greatest invention

until you

flushed me

away.

now it’s your turn

to wait for the touch

of the handle.

somebody will do it

to you,

bitch,

and if they don’t

you will—

mixed with your own

green or yellow or white

or blue

or lavender

goodbye.

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