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Rabbit Hill posted:Realtalk: my favorite Bukowski poem Well, that's just the way it is... Sometimes when everything seems at Its worst When all conspires And gnawls And the hours, days, weeks Years Seem wasted – Stretch there upon my bed In the dark Looking up at the ceiling I get what many will consider an Obnoxious thought: It’s still nice to be Bukowski.
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A Difficult Horse by Bill Herbert The horse is staring out to sea from a sloping field not far out of Aberdeen. I watch it from the train to Dundee. It is stationary, staring for the minute I have it in view. It is a small brown horse, possibly even a pony. The sea is calm. The horse looks like an old fisherman, possibly even an old fish. It’s difficult to imagine it ever moving. It’s difficult to know what it is thinking. It is a difficult horse.
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