5/9/10

Hello....how are you?



this fear of being what they are:
dead.

at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.

their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.

a dog standing behind a fence.

a man silent at the window. - Bukowski

1 comment:

anu L ogy said...

I used to walk past this guy every day on my way to work when he sat on Weybosset street. Then he moved to under that bridge on the way over to Hunts photo. Is it true that he died a winter or two ago?