Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

8 Count - Poem by Charles Bukowski

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.


Comments about 8 Count by Charles Bukowski

  • Khue Khue (2/20/2010 2:41:00 PM)

    This poem is weird. I like it. (Report) Reply

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  • Tom J. Mariani (11/9/2007 5:13:00 PM)

    Looks like writer's block. While he spent the full 8 couint on the canvas many times, the body of his work gives the rest of us inspiration to keep punching. (Report) Reply

  • Walter Durk (9/18/2007 7:56:00 PM)

    I love his honesty and bluntness. As sad as the message may be at times, his writing often seems to include an element of humor. (Report) Reply

  • Kingsley Dorian (7/10/2007 6:42:00 AM)

    Ha, you have to appreciate his blunt honesty, if nothing else. I like this one. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Rae (4/23/2006 10:14:00 AM)

    it's so true it's physically painful. (Report) Reply

  • Marcy Jarvis (10/3/2005 10:37:00 AM)

    Thanks for this one, Charles. Boy - I know how it feels. (Report) Reply

  • J P Klegg (7/4/2005 6:02:00 PM)

    I like the ones that make me burst out laughing at the end. (Report) Reply

  • Jackson Kilroy (12/8/2004 7:53:00 AM)

    Ahhhh, this is by far, the best summary of having 'writer's block' ever. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, July 25, 2016


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