Storm for the Living and the Dead: Uncollected and Unpublished Poems – Rare American Poetry, Hilarious and Ringing with Humanity

by Charles Bukowski

I now fall to the floor and raise the last of myself what’s left of myself I promise grails filled with words as well as wine, and the green, and the shade flapping, all this is nothing, God shaving in my bathroom, rent due, lightning

and I will be kind, I have always been kind, animals love me as if I were a child crayoning the edges of the world, sparrows walk right by, flies crawl under my eyelids, I cannot hurt anything but myself, I cannot even in the bloody grief scream;