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Gas

Rating: 2.4

my grandmother had a serious gas
problem.
we only saw her on Sunday.
she'd sit down to dinner
and she'd have gas.
she was very heavy,
80 years old.
wore this large glass brooch,
that's what you noticed most
in addition to the gas.

she'd let it go just as food was being served.
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Smoky Hoss 07 September 2018

The second stanza is the depth, the meaning of it all, it's the sight into the gassy cloud that life lived beyond reason becomes obtuse, non-aromatic, so to speak. Read the second stanza as many times as it takes, for it to sink in, like trying to understand where a certain odor takes you to, that hasn't been pondered in ages, rock of ages, ageless and ancient beyond mere knowing, rather understanding.

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Mark Arvizu 13 August 2015

Better than gas in Pasadena....

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Shadow Girl 15 June 2011

I liked this shows; a different side to Bukowski - most of his works are so deep and thought provoking whilst this was just downright hilarious and entertaining! SG

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Veronica Smolysyj 28 April 2010

an enjoyable read. so random!

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