Broken Space

Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut, (I am putting makeup on empty space, Rouge blushing on empty space, Pasting eyelashes on empty space) The affairs of this world are like the chameleon faeces Into which I have stepped (I am putting my memory into

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Irreplaceable

I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it. (But I can’t quit my job. I always have trouble getting a Job. I walk in, they look at me, listen to me talk and…) Sir, please accept my resignation And, if it seems right, plan on replacing me. Plath – Bukowski

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Burning Wood

I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, I may die in the next ten minutes And I’m ready for that, I’m gonna buy a knife with A blade ten inches long. Yeats – Bukowski – Hughes

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