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we have everything and we have nothing	A
and some men do it in churches	B
and some men do it by tearing butterflies	C
in half	D
and some men do it in Palm Springs	E
laying it into butterblondes	E
with Cadillac souls	E
Cadillacs and butterflies	E
nothing and everything	A
the face melting down to the last puff	F
in a cellar in Corpus Christi	G
there's something for the touts the nuns	E
the grocery clerks and you	H
something at a m something in the library	G
something in the river	I
everything and nothing	A
in the slaughterhouse it comes running along	J
the ceiling on a hook and you swing it	K
one	L
two	H
three	G
and then you've got it worth of dead	M
meat its bones against your bones	E
something and nothing	A
it's always early enough to die and	N
it's always too late	O
and the drill of blood in the basin white	P
it tells you nothing at all	Q
and the gravediggers playing poker over	I
a m coffee waiting for the grass	E
to dismiss the frost	R
they tell you nothing at all	Q
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we have everything and we have nothing	A
days with glass edges and the impossible stink	S
of river moss worse than shit	K
checkerboard days of moves and countermoves	E
fagged interest with as much sense in defeat as	E
in victory slow days like mules	E
humping it slagged and sullen and sun glazed	T
up a road where a madman sits waiting among	U
bluejays and wrens netted in and sucked a flakey	U
grey	V
good days too of wine and shouting fights	E
in alleys fat legs of women striving around	W
your bowels buried in moans	E
the signs in bullrings like diamonds hollering	U
Mother Capri violets coming out of the ground	W
telling you to forget the dead armies and the loves	E
that robbed you	H
days when children say funny and brilliant things	E
like savages trying to send you a message through	H
their bodies while their bodies are still	X
alive enough to transmit and feel and run up	Y
and down without locks and paychecks and	N
ideals and possessions and beetle like	U
opinions	E
days when you can cry all day long in	Z
a green room with the door locked days	E
when you can laugh at the breadman	Z
because his legs are too long days	E
of looking at hedges	E
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and nothing and nothing the days of	A2
the bosses yellow men	Z
with bad breath and big feet men	Z
who look like frogs hyenas men who walk	U
as if melody had never been invented men	Z
who think it is intelligent to hire and fire and	N
profit men with expensive wives they possess	E
like acres of ground to be drilled	B2
or shown off or to be walled away from	C2
the incompetent men who'd kill you	H
because they're crazy and justify it because	E
it's the law men who stand in front of	A2
windows feet wide and see nothing	U
men with luxury yachts who can sail around	W
the world and yet never get out of their vest	D2
pockets men like snails men like eels men	Z
like slugs and not as good	E2
and nothing getting your last paycheck	U
at a harbor at a factory at a hospital at an	Z
aircraft plant at a penny arcade at a	F2
barbershop at a job you didn't want	G2
anyway	V
income tax sickness servility broken	Z
arms broken heads all the stuffing	U
come out like an old pillow	H2
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we have everything and we have nothing	U
some do it well enough for a while and	N
then give way fame gets them or disgust	I2
or age or lack of proper diet or ink	U
across the eyes or children in college	J2
or new cars or broken backs while skiing	U
in Switzerland or new politics or new wives	E
or just natural change and decay	V
the man you knew yesterday hooking	U
for ten rounds or drinking for three days and	N
three nights by the Sawtooth mountains now	Z
just something under a sheet or a cross	E
or a stone or under an easy delusion	Z
or packing a bible or a golf bag or a	F2
briefcase how they go how they go all	Q
the ones you thought would never go	H2
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days like this like your day today	V
maybe the rain on the window trying to	H
get through to you what do you see today	V
what is it where are you the best	D2
days are sometimes the first sometimes	E
the middle and even sometimes the last	K2
the vacant lots are not bad churches in	Z
Europe on postcards are not bad people in	Z
wax museums frozen into their best sterility	G
are not bad horrible but not bad the	F2
cannon think of the cannon and toast for	L2
breakfast the coffee hot enough you	H
know your tongue is still there three	G
geraniums outside a window trying to be	G
red and trying to be pink and trying to be	G
geraniums no wonder sometimes the women	Z
cry no wonder the mules don't want	G2
to go up the hill are you in a hotel room	M2
in Detroit looking for a cigarette one more	L2
good day a little bit of it and as	E
the nurses come out of the building after	I
their shift having had enough eight nurses	E
with different names and different places	E
to go walking across the lawn some of them	N2
want cocoa and a paper some of them want a	F2
hot bath some of them want a man some	C2
of them are hardly thinking at all enough	F
and not enough arcs and pilgrims oranges	E
gutters ferns antibodies boxes of	A2
tissue paper	I
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in the most decent sometimes sun	Z
there is the softsmoke feeling from urns	E
and the canned sound of old battleplanes	E
and if you go inside and run your finger	I
along the window ledge you'll find	O2
dirt maybe even earth	P2
and if you look out the window	H2
there will be the day and as you	H
get older you'll keep looking	U
keep looking	U
sucking your tongue in a little	Q2
ah ah no no maybe	G
	-
some do it naturally	G
some obscenely	G
everywhere	R2
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Submitted by Dylan Skola	G

Charles Bukowski

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