Today's Puzzle ~ Why Is Bukowski Praying For Rain?

Where words go to die
the gist of all things unfurls
wings, ties rocks to clouds

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Silence
reverberates
in a pristine heart,
a motionless heartbeat
away
from all that
water,
falling
from
one breath
in a river
of dreams.

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I heard Bukowski praying for rain today
while fucking the last redhead on earth,
a thirsty creature by an ancient
waterhole,
ears perked,
nostrils flaring --
that almighty
anticipation of
impending death..

we are but
interlopers here
crazed sharks, insatiable ghosts
word-vultures
in bedrooms
of Poets
yearning to make it
through all that
fire.