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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

in other words

the Egyptians loved the cat
were often entombed with it
instead of with the women
and never with the dog
 
but now
here
good people with
good eyes
are very few
 
yet fine cats
with great style
lounge about
in the alleys of
the universe.
 
about
our argument to night
what ever it was
about
and
no matter
how unhappy
made us
feel
 
remember that
there is a
cat
somewhere
adjusting to the
 
space of itself
with a delightful
grace
 
in other words
magic persists
without us
no matter what
we may try to do
to spoil it.

#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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