8_count
bijou
from
my
bed
I
watch
3
birds
on
a
telephone
wire.
one
flies
off
.
then
another
.
one
is
left
,
then
it
too
is
gone
.
my
typewriter
is
tombstone
still
.
and
I
am
reduced
to
bird
watching
.
just
thought
I'd
let
you
know
,
fucker
.
Charles Bukowski
031108
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from