“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”
clutching photographs
of the planets,
but i seek only music
and the leisure
of my pain”
-Charles Bukowski
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