>"Sparrows Talk" We Write Poems #53-Centered Cento

>Barefoot, gingerly walking on the small, sharp rocks,
naked along the side of the house
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
over my body, Jesus, have I come
to this?
A small plane passes overhead;
I look upward as if it made sense to
look upward.
I cry when it’s fashionable to laugh;
now I’m not laughing
Things are made of something and
go to nothing  
I only did to you what the sparrow did to you
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love
                                                                                          


Poems:
“back to the machine gun”                    
“As the sparrow”
“decline”

   
*I chose Charles Bukowski  because he is gritty, in your face and interesting.
You can see what he´s writing and he’s just really damn good.

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