Hank's Place
 
Poetry

by charles bukowski

 
U2

my wife called me to the phone.
"it's Bono calling from Ireland," she said.
I picked up the receiver.
"hey, Sonny, you still with Cher?"

we didn't talk long
after
that.

A Moment

I don't know if this is true to you but for me
sometimes it gets so bad
that anything else
say like
looking at a bird on an overhead
power line
seems as great as a Beethoven symphony.
then you forget it and you're back
again.

Mystery

why is it that the pick up truck
carrying the refrigerator
on the freeway
is always going between
80 and 90 m.p.h.?

All there is
is

this then, that then, and
again.
that then, this then, and
again.
again and again:
this and that.
again.
again.
until,
until
that
again

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