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cover title page disclaimer contents caught again at some impossible pass in this— why are all your poems personal? prayer for broken-handed lovers fast pace I think of Hemingway I was shit corrections of self, mostly after Whitman: the bumblebee warble in a trainride in hell same old thing, Shakespeare through Mailer— the rope of glass tough luck sometimes when I feel blue I listen to Mahler men’s crapper like a flyswatter take me out to the ball game I thought I was going to get some charity ward like that phone call from my 5-year-old daughter in Garden Grove the solar mass: soul: genesis and geotropism: hooked on horse fuck 2 immortal poems T.H.I.A.L.H. the lesbian a poem to myself fact blues song fat upon the land love song poem for Dante the conditions 29 chilled grapes burning in water, drowning in flame a cop-out to a possible immortality: well, now that Ezra has died . . . warts my new parents something about the action: 55 beds in the same direction b finger the thing Bob Dylan “Texsun” warm water bubbles a corny poem the ladies of the afternoon tongue-cut Venice, Calif., nov. 1977: mirror head jobs chili and beans go to your grave cleanly— kuv stuff mox out a long hot day at the track the letters of John Steinbeck and the trivial lives of royalty never excited me either . . . letter to a friend with a domestic problem: agnostic clones gnawed by dull crisis I been working on the railroad . . . the way it goes alone in a time of armies going modern it doesn’t always work I have this room a man for the centuries dear old dad peace and love the world of valets I live to write and now I’m dying rip it Henry Miller and Burroughs family tree being here the only life stomping at the Savoy the glory days congrats, Chinaski he went for the windmills, yes all my friends a reader writes ow said the cow to the fence that linked my America, 1936 1/2/93 8:43 PM musings storm for the living and the dead cover charge good stuff now quit before the sun #1 song for this softly-sweeping sorrow . . . sources acknowledgments about the authors also by charles bukowski credits copyright about the publisher
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