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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Nerves
twitching in the sheets—
to face the sunlight again,
that’s clearly
trouble.
I like the city better when the
neon lights are going and
the nudies dance on top of the
bar
to the mauling music.
 
I’m under this sheet
thinking.
my nerves are hampered by
history—
the most memorable concern of mankind
is the guts it takes to
face the sunlight again.
 
love begins at the meeting of two
strangers. love for the world is
impossible. I’d rather stay in bed
and sleep.
 
dizzied by the days and the streets and the years
I pull the sheets to my neck.
I turn my ass to the wall.
I hate the mornings more than
any man.

#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame

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