Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Now - Poem by Charles Bukowski

I sit here on the 2nd floor
hunched over in yellow
pajamas
still pretending to be
a writer.
some damned gall,
at 71,
my brain cells eaten
away by
life.
rows of books
behind me,
I scratch my thinning
hair
and search for the
word.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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