Hemingway feels it from the grave
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
Bozeman , Montana , the multverse . Don't hold the anger , or pain in . do something about it
No comments:
Post a Comment