Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Sunday, May 23, 2004

Here's another one from Buk (I couldn't resist)

the trash can

this is great, I just wrote two
poems I didn't like.

there is a trash can on this
I just moved the poems
and dropped them into
the trash can.

they're gone forever, no
paper, no sound, no
fury, no placenta
and then
just a clean screen
awaits you.

it's always better
to reject yourself before
the editors do.

especially on a rainy
night like this with
bad music on the radio.

and now --
I know what you're
maybe he should have
trashed this
misbegotten one

ha, ha, ha,

(Charles Bukowski, Def Poet)

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