The last hotel
I can see the black wall
I can see the silhouette in the window
He’s talking
I’m not interested in what
he’s talking about
I’m only interested in the fact
that it’s the last hotel
Tag: Beat Generation
Gary Snyder – How Poetry Comes to Me
It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light
Charles Bukowski – A Poem is a City
a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers
filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,
filled with banality and booze,
filled with rain and thunder and periods of
drought, a poem is a city at war,
a poem is a city asking the clock why,
a poem is a city burning,
a poem is a city under guns
its barbershops filled with cynical drunks,
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