>Charles Bukowski Mondays

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found poems

By Charles Bukowski

I know I shouldn’t write so many poems
but
it’s a form of self-entertainment which
AMAZINGLY
I am paid for.
I live alone in this large house with 2
cats (there were 3, one died)
and at a my age it’s realistic to assume that
I might also die
one of these a.m. nights
after writing 10 or 12 poems
and that’s where the laugh
comes in:
before I bed down I place the new
poems
neatly in the center of my desk so that
when the stink gets bad
and the neighbors complain or
when my girlfriend phones and the phone goes
unanswered

the poems will be found.
not that my death will be tragic or
important

(I will be out of
here)

but the poems themselves will
let them know

(those carping little
critics)

that I was good until the end
or maybe even
better.

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