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Charles Bukowski

the best often die by their own hand

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

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Charles Bukowski

flesh covers

flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

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Charles Bukowski

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to

I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said

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Charles Bukowski

unless it comes out of

unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

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Charles Bukowski

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

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Charles Bukowski

Overhead my spirit flies

Overhead my spirit flies
Upon the ground and crimson skies
Whispering winds in moonlit woods
A totem oak once golden stood.

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Charles Bukowski

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars

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Charles Bukowski

the schoolyard was a horror show: the bullies, the dragons, the freaks

the schoolyard was a horror show: the bullies, the dragons, the
freaks