Hemingway feels it from the grave
Sunday, February 26, 2023
When the Bulls run
every time the bulls run through the streets of
Pamplona
again
the skull wants a drink
the eyeholes want sunlight
the young bulls are beautiful,
Ernest
and you were
too
no matter
what they say
now.
~ Bukowski
Tuesday, February 21, 2023
angels and spy cams
Mechanical eyes
As a child
I’d lay in the grass
looking up at the stars
wondering if they were watching
us.
Now I know they do
Mechanical eyes
Orbiting above
counting our key strokes
and listening to our
phones
Sunday, February 19, 2023
a list of sins
“...great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it.” -Bukowski
Sunday, February 12, 2023
The Public Library is a church
The Public
Library is a church
In the library
knowledge seekers,
help seekers,
Those seeking company,
those wanting to be alone
Those seeking to find themselves,
those seeking to lose themselves
and those with no place
else to go.
The library is a church
and knowledge is a sacrement.
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