So you always smile

Exploits in sarcasm, love, and 09erisms

the fighter by Charles Bukowski

ivegotcigarettesandtimetokill:

Hemingway feels it from the grave
every time the bulls run through the streets of
Pamplona
again

he sits up
the skeleton rattles

the skull wants a drink

the eyeholes want sunlight.

the young bulls are beautiful,
Ernest

and you were
too

no matter
what they say

now.