My Dislikes: ...in general...the soulless

My Motto: the job of the artist is to deepen the mystery

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Fractional Note ( by Charles Bukowski )

the flowers are burning
the rocks are melting
the door is stuck inside my head
it's one hundred and two degrees in Hollywood
and the messenger stumbles
dropping the last message into a
hole in the earth
400 miles deep.
the movies are worse than ever
and the dead books of dead men read dead.
the white rats run the treadmill.
the bars stink in swampland darkness
as the lonely unfulfill the lonely.

there's no clarity.
there was never meant to be clarity.

the sun is diminishing, they say.
wait and see.

gravy barks like a dog

if i had a grandmother
my grandmother could whip your
grandmother

free fall.
free dirt.
shit costs money.
check the ads for sales . . .

now everybody is singing at once
terrible voices

coming from torn throats.
hours of practice.

it's almost entirely waste.
regret is mostly caused by not having
done anything.
the mind barks like a dog.
pass the gravy.

it is so arranged all the way to
oblivion.
next meter reading date:
JUN 20.

and i feel good.