hindsight/unrequited.

8 Count - Charles Bukowski

from my bed

I watch

3 birds

on a telephone   

wire.

one flies 

off.

then   

another.

one is left, 

then

it too

is gone.

my typewriter is

tombstone

still.

and I am

reduced to bird

watching.

just thought I’d

let you

know,

fucker.

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