Charles Bukowski
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Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window
Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
Orthadox to the
west.she is dark
of Eastern descent,
large brown eyes look up from the Bible
then down. a small red and black
Bible, and as she reads
her legs keep moving, moving,
she is doing a slow rythmic dance
reading the Bible. . .long gold earrings;
2 gold bracelets on each arm,
and it's a mini-suit, I suppose,
the cloth hugs her body,
the lightest of tans is that cloth,
she twists this way and that,
long yellow legs warm in the sun. . .there is no escaping her being
there is no desire to. . .my radio is playing symphonic music
that she cannot hear
but her movements coincide exactly
to the rythms of the
symphony. . .she is dark, she is dark
she is reading about God.
I am God.Charles Bukowski
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in his own sloth world, yes he was.
- k0na_an0k0
class
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Hero. His works are just too good. Ace in my book. Had to share.
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Yes Yes
" when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was lowwhen He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same timeHe made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe. "
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tragic. happens to me all the time.
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about girls in miniskirts and the bible, i mean.
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8 Count
" from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker. "
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yes, he somehow predicted nt many years ago.
- renderedred2
The Crunch
too much
too littletoo fat
too thin
or nobody.laughter or
tearshaters
loversstrangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacksarmies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.or an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.people just are not good to each other
one on one.the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.or the terror of one person
aching in one place
aloneuntouched
unspoken towatering a plant.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.but sometimes I think about
it.the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.too much
too littletoo fat
too thin
or nobodymore haters than lovers.
people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.there must be a way.
surely there must be a way we have not yet
thought of.who put this brain inside of me?
it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.it will not say
"no."
- robthelad1
Bluebird
I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.