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Monday, January 13, 2003

Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death

Rating: 2.9
it sits outside my window now
like and old woman going to market;
it sits and watches me,
it sweats nevously
through wire and fog and dog-bark
until suddenly
I slam the screen with a newspaper
like slapping at a fly
and you could hear the scream
over this plain city,
and then it left.

the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly
quiet.


Submitted by .eve.
Charles Bukowski
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CHINONSO IGWE 28 February 2018
what a marvelous poem, the imagery is glaring
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