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Hey there. I stumbled across this fantastic community and absolutely had to join.
And here's one of my favourite poems. I couldn't give you a reason, something just makes me come back to it over and over.
the stranger - charles bukowski
he came in with
a knife in his
back, a pocket knife
sticking out
like a small branch,
and he had on a
small derby hat,
this sweaty round
face,
not a New Orleans face but
rather Old European,
and Gus was playing
the guitar,
it was a yellow
varnished guitar,
and the man walked in
from the street
and fell across
a table
and somebody said,
"you son-of-a-bitch,"
and then somebody else
saw the knife
and said
"shit."
Gus put the
guitar
down.
the night was
really
ruined
And here's one of my favourite poems. I couldn't give you a reason, something just makes me come back to it over and over.
the stranger - charles bukowski
he came in with
a knife in his
back, a pocket knife
sticking out
like a small branch,
and he had on a
small derby hat,
this sweaty round
face,
not a New Orleans face but
rather Old European,
and Gus was playing
the guitar,
it was a yellow
varnished guitar,
and the man walked in
from the street
and fell across
a table
and somebody said,
"you son-of-a-bitch,"
and then somebody else
saw the knife
and said
"shit."
Gus put the
guitar
down.
the night was
really
ruined