LARGELY OUT OF THE WAY
Nothing nice about darkness,
and the daylight's not that great
either. Was that Charles Bukowski
I just saw slinking out? I've heard
tales about him, and from over on
Brown Street. Philadelphia craved
a man like him. Once.
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Now, all that outlandish stuff
has been put away - no one is,
anymore, ever so out of order.
Attention to detail is great,
except when the detail itself
is not. Hell, people don't even
read anymore, and the good
stuff is all forgotten - now it's
all just purloined stories from
something worse than Kafka
or Poe. Lighting matches on
the subway, to burn the
Sunday Times.
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Even those fires remain largely
out of the way.
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