Daily Archives: November 1, 2016

Alone with Everybody – Charles Bukowski 

the flesh covers the bone  and they put a mind  in there and  sometimes a soul,  and the women break  vases against the walls  and the men drink too  much  and nobody finds the  one  but keep  looking  crawling in … Continue reading

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An Almost Made Up Poem – Charles Bukowski 

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in France where you wrote me that last letter and I answered and never heard from … Continue reading

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