you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ Her, print her, she’s mad but she’s magic, there’s no lie in her fire.” 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’t happen.
- Charles Bukowski, from An Almost Made Up Poem
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Bus Days
i hint about The Bus Days, but you can only say, 'Yea, if you want to, we'd take the bus again... one of these days.' But you dont understand.
the girl who was happier with you in the bus, i think you left her on the bus that drove to Destruction.
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