answer to a note on dresser

answer to a note on dresser:

the price of the sun is the tulip rotting black
and the prince on his knees
and a boy born without eyes
and a kitten without a bird,
nothing but twine

and waiting
and whores dipping hearts in poison,
and exhaust and exhaustion
and the bliss and the kiss of syphilis,
drag down the vines
the brooken-foot bottles,
I keep saying

ha ha ha the giants
the giant sun
am I, the giant. our sun
tonight
without sun
your shoes without you in them
and I alone frying steaks and drinking beer
and listening to wagner
the price of the sun,
the price of the sun,
and I don't give a damn if you never come back.

-- Charles Bukowski