Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame | 
Oddly making me feel a bit lonely. Damn you Bukowski!
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Oddly making me feel a bit lonely. Damn you Bukowski!
each man must realize
that it can all disappear very
quickly:
the cat, the woman, the job,
the front tire,
the bed, the walls, the
room; all our necessities
including love,
rest on foundations of sand-
and any given cause,
no matter how unrelated:
the death of a boy in Hong Kong
or a blizzard in Omaha
can serve as your undoing.
all your chinaware crashing to the
kitchen floor, your girl will enter
and you'll be standing, drunk,
in the center of it
they say that hell is crowded, yet,
when you‘re in hell,
you always seem to be alone.
& you can‘t tell anyone when you‘re in hell
or they‘ll think you‘re crazy
& being crazy is being in hell
& being sane is hellish too.
those who escape hell, however,
never talk about it
& nothing much bothers them after that.
I mean, things like missing a meal,
going to jail, wrecking your car,
or even the idea of death itself.
pickApril is always a good time to carry this book around. Of course- all the other months work, too
