love is a dog from hell // Charles Bukowski

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❤️‍🔥 “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you've felt that way.” ❤️‍🔥 ― Charles Bukowski 😎

[@kestrelfeather]

I wake from nightmares, Grab pen and paper, Scribbling those horrid memories, All that pain, all that painful, All that suffering and torment, Marring so many broken pages, Ink spattered between morbid lines. Laying down again, Such a lonely gauntlet I've run, Watching busy spiders spin webs, Beautifying the uncaring sky.

[@kestrelfeather]

Thanks for the heart you guys! When I leave these little poems and paraphernalia (my words) on your videos I make them up right then and there. Generally I copy the little poems I write for you to my own files and fairly often those little made up verses end up on my poetry blog as part of a lengthier poem and sometimes by themselves if I feel they are worthy and stand up on their own. Three cheers for all your work, your videos, recitation and poem choices! I love coming here to see your stuff! Sincerely, Richard (Kestrel Feather, JoeC) in Argenta :)

[@loveinthetimeofrabbit]

Lovely video, but I truly believe this does not capture Bukowski. I guess maybe because the execution is too modern, but maybe that's just me? The music was relaxing, though.

[@MartinDelCarpio]

love

[@reipublicaejon9347]

Great video man.

[@thiagorockjoker]

well done

[@THEPARABLE]

+Thiago Ribeiro thank you!! :)

[@mu8352]

Lmaooooo

[@mu8352]

I love this

[@__________________2450]

Hey who the hell is Jeremy fucking Ward

[@alihsanelmas]

feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine I am bored on airliners I am docile during earthquakes I am sleepy at funerals I puke at parades and am sacrificial at chess and cunt and caring I smell urine in churches I can no longer read I can no longer sleep eyes like paperclips my green eyes I prefer white wine my box of rubbers is getting stale I take them out Trojan-Enz lubricated for greater sensitivity I take them out and put three of them on the walls of my bedroom are blue Linda where did you go? Katherine where did you go? (and Nina went to England) I have toenail clippers and Windex glass cleaner green eyes blue bedroom bright machinegun sun this whole thing is like a seal caught on oily rocks and circled by the Long Beach Marching Band at 3:36 p.m. there is a ticking behind me but no clock I feel something crawling along the left side of my nose: memories of airliners my mother had false teeth my father had false teeth and every Saturday of their lives they took up all the rugs in their house waxed the hardwood floors and covered them with rugs again and Nina is in England and Irene is on ATD and I take my green eyes and lay down in my blue bedroom