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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

something

I’m out of matches.
the springs in my couch
are broken.
they stole my footlocker.
they stole my oil painting of
two pink eyes.
my car broke down.
eels climb my bathroom walls.
my love is broken.
but the stockmarket went up
today.

#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell

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