Cut While Shaving Poem by Charles Bukowski

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Cut While Shaving

It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,the way the music sounds, the way the words arewritten.It's never quite right, he said, all the things we aretaught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths wedie, all the lives we live,they are never quite right,they are hardly close to right,these lives we liveone after the other,piled there as history,the waste of the species,the crushing of the light and the way,it's not quite right,it's hardly right at allhe said.don't I know it? Ianswered.I walked away from the mirror.it was morning, it was afternoon, it wasnightnothing changedit was locked in place.something flashed, something broke, somethingremained.I walked down the stairway andinto it.***"

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