truth in nothing else

Theia

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Alone With Everybody
Charles Bukowski

rollings

jesus! I was just about to comment how brilliant you are.

that bukowski is fantastic, isn't he?

thanks for sharing ~ ♡

vogonpoetbythelake

desperate beauty listless in the landfills untill the snow falls
shushing skidoos plummetting depths
trajectory a tractor plowing programs
no ones return...undone one...in unity