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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Like a Violet in the Snow

in the earliest possible day
in the blue-headed noon
I will telegraph you a
boney hand
decorated with
sharkskin a
large boy with
yellow teeth and an epileptic father
will bring it to your
door
smile and
accept
it is better than the
alternative

#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand

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