Communion Charles Bukowski

horses running
with her miles away
laughing with a
fool

Bach and the hydrogen bomb
and her miles away
laughing with a
fool

the banking system
bumper jacks
gondolas in Venice
and her miles away
laughing with a
fool

you’ve never quite
seen a stairway before
(each step looking at you
separately)
and outside
the newsboy looking
immortal
as the cars go by
under a sun
like an enemy
and you wonder
why it’s so hard
to go crazy—
if you’re not already
crazy