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It is poems like this that made me fall under the spell of Charles Bukowski. Enjoy.

CONSUMATION OF GRIEF
I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and all the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it becomes knobs upon my dresser
it becomes paper on the floor
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