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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Destroying Beauty

rose
red sunlight;
take it apart
in the garage
like a puzzle:
the petals are as greasy
as old bacon
and fall
like the maidens of the world
backs to floor
and I look up
at the old calendar
hung from a nail
and touch
my wrinkled face
and smile
because
the secret
is beyond me.

#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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