Wednesday, March 25, 2009


i met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

charles bukowski
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  1. AnonymousMarch 25, 2009 at 7:05 PM

    i like your poems. its something like.. I can't describe with words. it touches my soul. keep writing, keep them flowing.

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