Eyeless Through Space

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