The Slow Burning Fuse

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Category Archives: bukowski

Rain will be the new gold

  Dinosauria We: Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy … Continue reading

August 14, 2019 · Leave a comment

words by charles bukowski

April 4, 2018 · Leave a comment

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire – bukowski

January 23, 2013 · Leave a comment

the heart roars like a lion at what they’ve done to us – bukowski

December 23, 2012 · Leave a comment