Sunday, December 27, 2009

The Days Run Away... after Bukowski


"the days run away like wild horses over the hill" Bukowski

you look up and you're 30 and married
40 and you're divorced
50 and alone
this is good, you start to count lines
hoard the days
focus on the art, the wind,
the way a bird turns its head to look
you find yourself doing that
looking at it
with the one good poet's eye
part of it makes sense
the madness of the world
as you pass observing, recording, distilling
an objective subjective perspective