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age is no crime

but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life

among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives

is.

8 count was the poem that led me to look up more by Charles Bukowski. Now I have besides me, a 400-page tome of his poems – The Last Night of the Earth – page after page of his distinctive unadorned, indifferent, and melancholic style.

being perishable sometimes makes a
man
strange
almost
unemployable.

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