Absoluto

NIGHTS AND YEARS

the days of hell arrive on schedule,
ahead of schedule.
and the nights of hell.
and the years of hell.

hell gnawing away like a rat
in your belly.

hell inside.
hell outside.

these poor words,
tossed into hell,
punched silly, sent
running.

I walk outside into the
night,
look up.
even the palm tree shriek
in agony.

the world is being pounded
by a senseless
force.

I go inside, shut the
door.

at this machine,
I write these words for
nobody.

the sun is dead.
the day is dead,
the living are dead.

only hell lives
on.

 Charles Bukowski , EUA, (1920-1994), in Bone Palace Ballet