No Title by Charles Bukowski

all theories

like cliches

shot to hell,

all these small faces

looking up

beautiful and believing;

I wish to weep

but sorrow is


I wish to believe

but belief is a graveyard.

we have narrowed it down to

the butcherknife and the


wish us


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