poesia

Já me matei faz muito tempo
me matei quando o tempo era escasso
e o que havia entre o tempo e o espaço
era o de sempre
nunca mesmo o sempre passo

morrer faz bem à vista e ao baço
melhora o ritmo do pulso
e clareia a alma

morrer de vez em quando
é a única coisa que me acalma
--
Paulo Leminski

nunca cometo o mesmo erro
duas vezes
já cometo duas três
quatro cinco seis
até esse erro aprender
que só o erro tem vez
--
Paulo Leminski

she pulled her dress off
over her head
and i saw the panties
indented somewhat into the
crotch

it's only human.
now we've got to do it.
I've got to do it
after all that bluff.
it's like a party --
two trapped
idiots

under the sheets
after i have snapped
off the light
her panties are still
on. she expects an
opening performance.
I can't blame her. but
wonder why she's here with
me? where are the other
guys? how can you be
lucky? having someone the
others have abandoned?

we didn't have to do it
yet we had to do it.
it was something like
establishing new credibility
with the income tax
man. I get the panties
off. I decide not to
tongue her. even then
I'm thinking about
after it's over.

we'll sleep together
tonight
trying to fit ourselves
inside the wallpaper.

I try, fail,
notice the hair on her
head
mostly notice the hair
on her
head
and a glimpse of
nostrils
piglike

I try it
again.

Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog From Hell