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Charles Bukowski | Alone With Everybody

"Flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh" by Charles Bukowski in Alone with everybody
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Alone with everybody

a poem by Charles Bukowski

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

 

Charles Bukowski

in Alone With Everybody

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