Poetry: For The Foxes by Charles Bukowski

don’t feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
“love.”

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

9 thoughts on “Poetry: For The Foxes by Charles Bukowski

      1. I’d recommend Post Office or Ham on Rye. Maybe start with Ham on Rye if you’re looking to start somewhere…

        A lot of people also enjoy Women, but I couldn’t get into that one. And aside from some poetry, that’s all I’ve read. 🙂

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  1. I’ve never read Bukowski in any committed manner, so I love seeing odd scraps of his poetry when I can, and I really loved this – thank you for bringing it to my attention! His writing is always personable – you can always find something in it personal to you.

    Nell at And Nell Writes

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