burn and burn and burn

Bukowski

I used to know a dutchman in a Philly bar
he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer,
71, still
working,
strong,
and there I sat down from him
4 or 5 barstools away
in my 20’s
frightened
suicidal
unloved.
well, you know, sorrows beget
sorrows
burn and burn and burn and burn
then something else takes
place.
I’m not saying it’s as good
but it’s certainly
more comfortable,
and often nights now
I think of that old Dutchman –
I can look back on almost
a lifetime –

yet still remember him there
my master, then and
now.

Charles Bukowski
Burning in Water Drowning in Flame (1974)

Photo by Michael Montfort: Charles Bukowski in Ladenburg, Germany (1978)

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