Charles Bukowski

 

The dead do not need
aspirin or
sorrow,
I suppose.

 

but they might need
rain.
not shoes
but a place to
walk.

 

not cigarettes,
they tell us,
but a place to
burn.

 

or we're told:
space and a place to
fly
might be the
same.

 

the dead don't need
me.

 

nor do the
living.

 

but the dead might need
each
other.

 

in fact, the dead might need
everything we
need

 

and
we need so much
if we only knew
what it
was.

 

it is
probably
everything

 

and we will all
probably die
trying to get
it

 

or die

 

because we
don't get
it.

 

I hope
you will understand
when I am dead

 

I got
as much
as
possible.

 

11/07/2007 22:59 iuristantum #. o->

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