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I Met Bukowski Again Today

 

How's it going Charlie boy? I asked.

I'm dead you idiot.

I know, I said, you
should've wrote a poem
about that.

I did, he said,
I'll show it to you
when you
get here.

Not too soon I hope.

Wouldn't know, he said, soon and eternity,
they're pretty much the same here.