Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Decline

Poem by Charles Bukowski

naked along the side of the house,
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
over my body, Jesus, have I come
to this?
I once battled in dark alleys for a
laugh.
now I'm not laughing.
I splash myself with oil and wonder,
how many years do you want?
how many days?
my blood is soiled and a dark
angel sits in my brain.
things are made of something and
go to nothing.
I understand the fall of cities, of
nations.
a small plane passes overhead.
I look upward as if it made sense to
look upward.
it's true, the sky has rotted:
it won't be long for any of
us.


Comments about Decline by Charles Bukowski

  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (3/7/2020 10:50:00 PM)

    I look upward as if it made sense to
    look upward.
    it's true, the sky has rotted:
    it won't be long for any of
    us........./// greatly written the inside feeling; I think this is the poem on poetic repentance about the riot world!(Report)Reply

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  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (3/7/2020 4:03:00 PM)

    A poem about the dark side of life, and a convincing one.
    ' now I'm not laughing'. He wonders how much more time
    he wants to live, as people do.(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (3/7/2020 6:47:00 AM)

    I look upward as if it made sense to
    look upward.
    it's true, the sky has rotted:
    it won't be long for any of
    us. very fine poem. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (3/7/2020 1:56:00 AM)

    Soiled blood! !
    Musing along!
    Waiting for the End.


    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Ramesh T ARamesh T A (3/7/2020 1:26:00 AM)

    Exhausted in life at the end of it, this is the utterance one can express counting the remaining days in the world! What else one can do or say? Experience of Charles Bukowski is well reflected here in this Modern Poem of the day selected by the experienced PH!(Report)Reply

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  • Dominic WindramDominic Windram (3/7/2020 1:09:00 AM)

    Powerful poem. anout the darker aspect of the human condition..knowing Bukowski probablly born out of the effects of too much alcohol...brilliant all the same!(Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (3/7/2020 1:01:00 AM)

    An emotional expression has been duly inscribed in this poem. It is happy to be selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.(Report)Reply

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  • Shadow Girl (6/15/2011 9:10:00 AM)

    Beautifully written - raw emotion flowing - thanks to LP for introducing me to another true legend(Report)Reply

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  • Richard Hexem (3/1/2010 8:52:00 PM)

    Insanity is the spice sprinkled over life to enhance its flavor.
    I believe Mr. Bukowski may have overdosed here.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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