Henry Charles Bukowski (Генри Чарльз Буковски)

these things

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.

1. Splash
2. i wanted to overthrow the government but all i brought down was somebody's wife
3. the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck
4. Are You Drinking?
5. Girl in a Miniskirt Reading the Bible Outside My Window

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