Some evenings big tent poetry #23 pilfering

And The Moon And The Stars And The World
Long walks at night

I walk under the moon and wait
I stare at the forms in the door
Are you listening to the cry of the owl,
deep in the woods
I watch the domestic fight with sentiment
Throwing china plates and crystal,
that smash with fury against stone walls
And shatter to pieces: on fine linen sheets
As silk lingerie is hung from ceiling rafters
So that we may watch the sorrow flow,
from the unfaithful
the moon the stars and the world


Charles Bukowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-moon-and-the-stars-and-the-world-2/