Come On In New Poems Author:Charles Bukowski learning the ropes he was my guru. — he was a big man, bearded, self-assured. — he sat in one chair. — I sat in another. — we had been up together many days — and nights. there had been an hour's heavy — silence. — then he leaned forward slightly — and whispered, — "you don't have to worry about — worms when you die, Chinaski, — worms don't infest dead
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bodies, it's a fairy tale." "that's good to know," I