Question And Answer by Charles Bukowski

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Question And Answer

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that--
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

Charles Bukowski

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Mary X (9/15/2006 12:36:00 PM)
This is a terrible rendition of this brilliant poem, whoever put it on here should be hung.

Not only is it incomplete but it is also set out disgustingly wrong.

Joshua Martinson (6/9/2005 10:56:00 AM)
There is more to this poem and I am wondering why it's not there.

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