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Thursday, January 1, 2004

These Things

Rating: 3.1
these things that we support most well
have nothing to do with up,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;
our circle and our candle of light
being small,
so small we cannot bear it,
we heave out with Idea
and lose the Center:
all wax without the wick,
and we see names that once meant
wisdom,
like signs into ghost towns,
and only the graves are real.


Anonymous submission.
Charles Bukowski
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COMMENTS
Seun Kolade 09 September 2016
wow! I have a ppem of the same title... wow!
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Lilah Weiss 28 March 2006
... 'enter at least 20 characters in your comment field' -_- yeah well, damn it, I have nothing to say. Amazing poet, this man.
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