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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

the girls

I have been looking at the same
lampshade
for
5 years
and it has gathered
a bachelor’s dust
and
the girls who enter here are too
busy
to clean it
but I don’t mind I have been too busy
to notice
until now
that the light shines
badly
through 5 years’
worth.

#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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