quinta-feira, 16 de junho de 2016
(...)
the escape
escape from the black widow spider
is a miracle as great as art
what a web she can weave
slowly drawing you to her
she'll embrace you
then when she's satisfied
she'll kill you
still in her embrace
and suck the blood from you
I escaped my black widow
because she had too many males
in her web
and while she was embracing one
and then the other and then
another
I worked free
got out
to where I was before.
She'll miss me -
not my love
but the taste of my blood,
but she's good, she'll find other
blood;
she's so good that I almost miss my death,
but not quite;
I've escaped. I view the other
webs.
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dog
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of
summer
appears to have the power
of ten thousand gods,
why is this?
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the meek have inherited
if I'd suffer at this
typewriter
think how I'd feel
among the lettuce-
pickers of salinas?
I think of the men
I've known in
factories
with no way to
get out -
choking while living
choking while laughing
at Bob Hope or Lucille
Ball while
2 or 3 children beat
tennis balls agains
the walls.
some suicides are never
recorded.
Charles Bukowski, in Love Is a Dog From Hell, Poems 1974-1977