All I know is this: the ravens kiss my mouth,
the veins are tangled here,
the sea is made of blood.
All I know is this: the hands reaching out,
my eyes are closed, my ears are closed
the sky reject my scream.
All I know is this: my nostrils drip with dreams
the hounds lap us up, the fool laugth out,
The clock ticks out the dead.
All I know is this: my feet are sorrow here,
my words are less than lilies, my words are clotted now:
the raven kiss my mouth
Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals
