Saturday, September 24, 2011

but i seek only music

“i am with the roots 
of flowers 
entwined, entombed 
sending up my passionate blossoms 
as a flight of rockets 
and argument; 
wine churls my throat, 
above me 
feet walk upon my brain, 

monkies fall from the sky
clutching photographs
of the planets,
but i seek only music
and the leisure
of my pain” 

-Charles Bukowski