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They are building a house	A
half a block down	B
and I sit up here	C
with the shades down	B
listening to the sounds	D
the hammers pounding in nails	E
thack thack thack thack	F
and then I hear birds	G
and thack thack thack	F
and I go to bed	H
I pull the covers to my throat	I
they have been building this house	A
for a month and soon it will have	J
its people sleeping eating	F
loving moving around	K
but somehow	L
now	L
it is not right	M
there seems a madness	N
men walk on top with nails	E
in their mouths	O
and I read about Castro and Cuba	P
and at night I walk by	Q
and the ribs of the house show	R
and inside I can see cats walking	F
the way cats walk	F
and then a boy rides by on a bicycle	S
and still the house is not done	T
and in the morning the men	U
will be back	F
walking around on the house	A
with their hammers	V
and it seems people should not build houses	W
anymore	X
it seems people should not get married	Y
anymore	X
it seems people should stop working	F
and sit in small rooms	Z
on nd floors	A2
under electric lights without shades	B2
it seems there is a lot to forget	C2
and a lot not to do	D2
and in drugstores markets bars	E2
the people are tired they do not want	F2
to move and I stand there at night	M
and look through this house and the	P
house does not want to be built	G2
through its sides I can see the purple hills	H2
and the first lights of evening	F
and it is cold	I2
and I button my coat	I
and I stand there looking through the house	A
and the cats stop and look at me	J2
until I am embarrased	I
and move North up the sidewalk	F
where I will buy	Q
cigarettes and beer	K2
and return to my room	L2

Charles Bukowski

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