{"product_id":"9780060577087-the-people-look-like-flowers-at-last","title":"The People Look Like Flowers At Last","description":"\u003cmeta content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\" http-equiv=\"Content-Type\"\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNew Poems\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e“if you read this after I am dead\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eIt means I made it”\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e-“The Creation Coffin”\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe People Look like Flowers at Last\u003c\/em\u003e is the last of five collections of never-before published poetry from the late great Dirty Old Man, Charles Bukowski.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ethe gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the  cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures; Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job as a waitress; and the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the  soot. I walked miles through the city and recognized nothing as a giant claw ate at my  stomach while the inside of my head felt  airy as if I was about to go  mad. it's not so much that nothing means  anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing, there's no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.  -from \"fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Rarewaves","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":30341429067873,"sku":"9780060577087","price":8.58,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0092\/7504\/8033\/files\/orig_29723607.jpg?v=1725696399","url":"https:\/\/www.rarewaves.com\/products\/9780060577087-the-people-look-like-flowers-at-last","provider":"Rarewaves.com","version":"1.0","type":"link"}