Charles Bukowski

“My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. - Falsely yours” - Charles Bukowski

She was kind of like an ocean; wild and untameable, yet strangely calming to watch

I'd intended to wrap up April's National Poetry Month with a selection from Poe's Tamerlane, but I am out of town and have to make due with the internet. I've found 2 different Charles Bukowski pieces to share and that's how will end our month. Hope you enjoy them and invite a little poetry into your life. CLICK here to read the 2 poems.

Is this cat Charles Bukowski is holding the "white cross-eyed tailless" tom he memorialized in "The History Of One Tough Motherfucker"? ....I took what was left to a vet who said, "not much chance......

~ Buko ❤️