For Bukowski on his 95th Birthday by Bunkong Tuon The punch clock rings like a tumor as he steps into the late afternoon light. The boarded-up windows hang like terrible hangovers while plastic bags,soda cans, cardboard boxes litter the sidewalks. Mick Jagger screams I Can’t score No Satisfaction from someone’s broken window. Chevrolets parked […]
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