Shit
Or Dirt Or Blood
I
was reading Bukowski again
when
I noticed a fleck of
shit
or dirt
or
blood
on
the page
and
I thought
it
fitted there
as
good as
any
word
Showing posts with label bukowski. Show all posts
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Saturday, 5 October 2013
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Bukowski Loathed
Bukowski Loathed
Leave us Chinaski
Leave us his racing slips and beer.
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read
Grown amongst the flowers sits
A gnarled and wizened weed.
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
Leave us with Henry
Leave us his factories and jails
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't do
When the clouds have passed your eyes
The sky will remain blue.
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
Leave us Bukowski
Leave us Bukowski
Leave us his cigarettes and whores
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't be
The stars are dim, dim at day
But in the night they're free
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
Leave us Chinaski
Leave us his racing slips and beer.
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read
Grown amongst the flowers sits
A gnarled and wizened weed.
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
Leave us with Henry
Leave us his factories and jails
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't do
When the clouds have passed your eyes
The sky will remain blue.
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
Leave us Bukowski
Leave us Bukowski
Leave us his cigarettes and whores
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't be
The stars are dim, dim at day
But in the night they're free
Oh you love to harp
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski
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