🫗Right Now
By Charles Bukowski

the party’s over,
the rooster is crowing and they’ve called inthe dice,
the dancing girls are snoring,
the mice are crawling
in the paper cups,
the donkey is pinned to the tail,
the fable has crawled away to die, love is covered with dust,
the temples are empty,
the bird has flown
the cage,
the cage encloses a midget heart weeping,
the dream has taken a dive and I sit
looking at my hands,
looking at
my hands
empty of the sound of the
moment

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