The Beat Generation

all theories
like clichés
shot to hell,
all these small faces
looking up
beautiful and believing;
I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.
we have narrowed it down to
the butcherknife and the
mockingbird.
wish us
luck.

An excerpt (with sideboob) from Bukowski’s poem “No Title”, tattooed by Shawn at Shaman’s Den.

“No Title” by Charles Bukowski [ModBlog]

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