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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

clean old man
here I’ll be
55 in a
week.
 
what will I
write about
when it no
longer stands
up in the morning?
 
my critics
will love it
when my playground
narrows down to
tortoises
and shellstars.
 
they might even
say
nice things about
me
 
as if I had
finally
come to my
senses.

#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell

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stolen

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
Let It Enfold You

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
 10
 106
an art

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Women: 34

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 1
Iron Mike

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hell is a lonely place

he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
 3
My Friend, Andre

this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
Women: 51

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Post Office. Chapter I: 8

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up your yellow river

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Death Wants More Death

death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
 2
Post Office. Chapter II: 22

She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
Women: 75

That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....



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