all i know
is that there are at least 12 people
walking along the road
i am walking
on the same side of the road
i am walking
in the same direction
i am walking
all i know
is that we are clueless about each other
and i'm not sure of the reason
but it pisses me off
that we are in our own little worlds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Henry Chinaski is the alter ego and favorite subject of Charles Bukowski's poetry. Bukowski is the finest poet I know of. Two favorites: Blue Bird and The Genius of the Crowd