Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid Comments

Rating: 4.4

I can see myself now
after all these suicide days and nights,
being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes
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Charles Bukowski
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Dr Antony Theodore 05 April 2020

bloodless, brain gone, gamble gone, me, Bukowski, gone Isn't it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski O, yeah, yeah in my pajamas, slop drooling out of my mouth. strange is it.. tony

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Sirius Frost 28 December 2019

Isn't it a lovely day, Mr Bukowski? I walk on the broken pieces of that paper heart, and breathe the cold air from a dying holiday. Black or white, white or Black

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Michael Walker 23 October 2019

I would not like to end up in 'a sterile rest home' and so far I haven't. 'Suicide' is a strong word, but it mirrors his fears. The wheelchair is another fear.

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Robison 21 March 2018

My God, this is exactly what I fear. I led a life of partying from noon till close most days of the week with beautiful, beautiful women. Juke box cranked up, bartenders making sure there were two open seats when we came in. No memory of getting home, hangovers became the norm. God this poem haunts.

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* Sunprincess * 23 April 2016

..........a great write, my favorite line ★ Isn't it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski

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Mark Arvizu 14 September 2015

Wine is fine but whiskey's quicker-John Osborne

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Ricky 30 December 2017

It's liquor's quicker

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