Eyeless Through Space

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it's no longer any good, sucker, they've 
turned out the lights, they've 
blocked the rear entrance 
and 
the front's on fire; 
nobody knows your name;

down at the opera they play 
checkers; 
the city fountains piss 
blood; 
the extremities are reamed 
and 
they've hung the best 
barber; 
the dim souls have ascended; 
the cardboard souls smile; 
the love of dung is unanimous; 
it's no longer any good, sucker, the 
the graves have emptied out onto the 
living;

last is first; 
lost is everything; 
the giant dogs mourn through dandelion 
dreams; 
the panthers welcome cages; 
the onion heart is frosted, 
destiny is destitute, 
the horns of reason are muted as 
the laughter of fools blockades the air; 
the champions are dead 
and 
the newly born are smitten; 
the jetliners vomit the eyeless through 
space; 
it's no longer any good, sucker, it's been 
getting to that 
right along

and now it's here 
and you can't touch it smell it see it 
because it's nothing everywhere as 
you look up or down or turn or sit or stand 
or sleep or run, 
it's no longer any good, sucker. 
it's no longer any good 
sucker sucker sucker 
and 
if you don't already know 
I'm not surprised 
and if you do, sucker, good 
luck 
in the dark 
going nowhere.

Charles Bukowski
The Last Night of the Earth Poems
1992

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