Charles Bukowski

This image is a visual representation of Bukowski's poem, "love dead like a crushed fly." It is a long poem so here is a small sample:

"also
as the tide
turned
I broke out
with a huge boil
on my back
nearly the size of an
apricot, well, a
small apricot
but still a
monstrosity and a
horror.
I pulled the phone
from the wall
locked the door
pulled down the shades and
began to
drink
just to pass the time of
night, and I went
mad, probably,
but
in a new strange and
delicious
sense."