'after decades & decades of poverty
as I now approach the lip of the grave,
will this destroy me?
well, something is bound to destroy
me soon enough'
~charles bukowski~
All relationships I've had with other women but not with books
Have left me individually impoverished to some degree.
Men say knowledge is power; knowledge is dangerous.
Most women I know would tend to agree. This leaves me
Without a car, a house, assets, or equity.
No man or woman I've known ought be
My intellectual equal in any capacity.
Most all of them refuse to relate to or talk about death,
Much less grieve openly with tears flowing as they approach the Maw of the grave, with empathy becoming the mere means
By which my emotions are merely enslaved, betrayed, or
Otherwise fully ensnared by many an immature woman
Or lady whom I thought cared about my inherent ability
To navigate through the physical world without the benefit
Of any intimate physical, contractual, or personally fulfilling
dynamic
sexual
relationship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem