PoemI Met A Genius
Author / PoetCharles Bukowski
TagsGenius, Ocean, Train

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it’s not pretty.

it was the first time I’d
realized
that.

Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski
16 Aug 1920 - 9 Mar 1994
Region: Central America
Movement: Dirty Realism, Transgressive Fiction
Awards: National Endowment For The Arts

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