I needed some photographs
and I suggested the graveyard
and we got some good ones:
she took one of me
over a tombstone called “Beers”
and another one over a stone called
then we got one of me
stretched out on a tomb.
then we visited Valentino’s crypt.

so far she’s gotten over $150
from German publications for the photos
and I’m not dead yet.

someday I’ll be dead and somebody will
be playing around with my tombstone
if I have one.


Charles Bukowski
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