September 19, 2019

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passionate

I am with the roots

of flowers

entwined, entombed

sending up my passionate blossoms

as a flight of rockets

and argument;

wine churls my throat,

above me

feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky

clutching photographs

of the planets

but I seek only music

and the leisure

of my pain

Charles Bukowski

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