poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine--
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
grayhaired,
and glad to have
the room.

...in the morning
they're out there
making money:
judges, carpenters,
plumbers, doctors,
newsboys, policemen,
barbers, carwashers,
dentists, florists,
waitresses, cooks,
cabdrivers...

and you turn over
to your left side
to get the sun
on your back
and out
of your eyes.

from "All's Normal Here" - 1985

Added: 14 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 20 Apr 2018 2:44 PM | Viewed: 12402 times

A PoetryNotes™ Analysis of Poem For My 43rd Birthday by Charles Bukowski, is Available!

A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.

ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!

For more information...