Чарльз Буковски Цитаты

I thumb through those lit mags,

and sometimes there are pictures, he’s most often

photographed with other old Beats, those kittens

still hanging together, wondering where the good times

went, looking sad and confused as the young girls jump

into bed with a new generation; the

old Beats look fat, haggard and angry like ancient

prostitutes still flashing their faded garter belts;

they pose for the camera like

long-retired door-to-door salesman

photographed together at some ill-advised

reunion.(из стихотворения "THE POET")