My Anchored Heart

“I am with the roots 
of flowers 
entwined, entombed 
sending up my passionate blossoms 
as a flight of rockets 
and argument; 
wine churls my throat, 
above me 
feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky 
clutching photographs 
of the planets, 
but i seek only music 
and the leisure 
of my pain”

—	Charles Bukowski