Paris Poem by Charles Bukowski
Paris
Rating: ★2.9
never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
bicycling through that
city
wearing a
beret
and
Camus
always
pissed
me
off.
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: paris
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Anna Garland
20 July 2014
haha you can just see Bukowski and his ugly face cylcing through Paris..NOT :) (I love Bukowski though)
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An unorthodox opinion of Paris and the writer Albert Camus. He does not like the city, wearing a beret, or Camus' novels.