Ariel - A great poem by Charles Bukowski

Ariel

Oh my god, on my dear god
that we should end up
on the end of a rope
far from Paris,
far from thighs that care,
above the simplicity
of stained tile,
telephone ringing,
letters unoppened,
dogs pissing in the street ...

greater men than I
have failed to agree with Life.

I wish you could have met my brother, Marty:
vicious, intelligent, endearing,
doing
quite well.



Charles Bukowski
"Mockingbird Wish me Luck" - page 82