Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Trashcan Lives - Poem by Charles Bukowski

the wind blows hard tonight


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  • Rookie No Name (4/8/2010 7:56:00 PM)

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    the wind blows hard tonight

    and it's a cold wind

    and I think about

    the boys on the row.

    I hope some of them have a bottle of

    red.

    it's when you're on the row

    that you notice that

    everything

    is owned

    and that there are locks on

    everything.

    this is the way a democracy

    works:

    you get what you can,

    try to keep that

    and add to it

    if possible.

    this is the way a dictatorship

    works too

    only they either enslave or

    destroy their

    derelicts.

    we just forgot ours.

    in either case

    it's a hard

    cold

    wind. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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