poem for barbara, poem for jane, poem for frances, poem for all or any of them

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the fish ate the flower
and the tombs whistled
Dixie

as you told me you didn’t care
anymore
old men in the pawnshops of the world
looked around and killed themselves in my mind
when you said you
didn’t care
anymore

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the day I saw you with your new
lover
you and your new lover
walking down my boulevards
past the butcher shop
past the liquor store
past the real estate
agency

ha ha

suddenly I didn’t care
anymore

I went into the store and I bought
a figurine of a fawn
a small cactus
a box of shrimp
a pair of green gloves
a paring knife
some incense
pepper milk eggs
a fifth of
whiskey
and a roadmap of lower
Texas

the clerk put it all in a bag
it bulged and was heavy and
at last I knew that I had
something.

– Bukowski

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