from my bed <br />I watch <br />3 birds <br />on a telephone <br />wire. <br />one flies <br />off. <br />then <br />another. <br />one is left, <br />then <br />it too <br />is gone. <br />my typewriter is <br />tombstone <br />still. <br />and I am <br />reduced to bird <br />watching. <br />just thought I'd <br />let you <br />know, <br />fucker.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-count/
