"Question and Answer"Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)(from the last night of the earth poems)he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
   night, running the blade of the knife
   under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
   of all the letters he had received
   telling him that
   the way he lived and wrote about
   that--
   it had kept them going when
   all seemed
   truly
   hopeless.
   putting the blade on the table, he
   flicked it with a finger
   and it whirled
   in a flashing circle
   under the light.
   who the hell is going to save                               
   me? he
   thought.
   as the knife stopped spinning
   the answer came:
   you're going to have to
   save yourself.
   still smiling,
   a: he lit a
   cigarette
   b: he poured
   another
   drink
   c: gave the blade
   another
   spin.
-x-x-x-
jah.
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