Tuesday, December 31, 2013

My Favorite New Year's Poem

By my favorite poet in the world, Charles Bukowski:

Palm Leaves

at exactly 12:00 midnight
Los Angeles
it began to rain on the
palm leaves outside my window
the horns and the firecrackers
went off
and it thundered.

I'd gone to bed at 9:00 p.m.
turned out the lights
pulled up the covers --
their gaiety, their happiness
their screams, their paper hats,
their automobiles, their women
their amateur drunks...

New Year's Eve always terrifies me

life knows nothing of years.

now the horns have stopped and
the firecrackers and the thunder...
it's all over in five minutes...
all I hear is the rain
on the palm leaves,
and I think,
I will never understand men,
but I have lived
it through.


  1. Haha sounds about like me! I am the essence of Christmas spirit. When it comes to New Year's-I'm Scrooge!