As the Poems Go

by Charles Bukowski

as the poems go into the thousands you

realize that you’ve created very


it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,

the traffic, the nights and the days of the

years, the faces.

leaving this will be easier than living

it, typing one more line now as

a man plays a piano through the radio,

the best writers have said very


and the worst,

far too much.

From OntheBus 10/11, 1992.