Upon the Cliff’s Edge
Why the cliff’s edge, because the contemplation of death from an armchair is a cheat.
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Bukowski In Church
He drank the song he sang, then sang the drink away. He was beautiful in the evening and wilted in the morning, not remembering why he was still standing, still awake. Life is like that some say–not he–he preferred to drink and sing and not philosophize his life away. He kept …