Bukowski shows in the short film of his poem, Nirvana:

not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus
through North Carolina
on the way to somewhere
and it began to snow

Full text of poem here…will open in separate window…

An interesting juxtaposition with the inaugural poem below…both wonderfully read and expressed…

[h/t to editor Andrew Soar over at Culture and Life for the lead into the video...]

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