too much too little
too fat
too thin
or nobody.
laughter or
tears
haters
lovers
strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks
armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.
an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.
there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other
one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners
it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone
untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.
but sometimes I think about
it.
the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.
too much
too little
too fat
too thin
or nobody
more haters than lovers.
people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.
meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.
there must be a way.
surely there must be a way that we have not yet
though of.
who put this brain inside of me?
it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.
it will not say
"no."
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I object to interspecies sex.
I don't want to have to compete w/ horses.
Guy walks into a bar. There's a jar on the counter stuffed with $5 bills. He orders a beer, studies the jar for a minute, and asks the bartender what the jar is for. Bartender tells him that there's a horse in the next room. Anyone can put in $5, tell the horse a joke, and if he gets the horse to laugh, the money's his.
Guy finishes his beer, tosses in $5, goes in the next room. In about 10 seconds the horse is rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off. Guy collects the jar contents without a word and walks out.
A couple months later, guy walks back into the bar and the jar is there, stuffed with $5 bills again. He orders a beer, and asks the bartender, "Hey, same gig?" Bartender tells him this time you gotta make the horse cry.
Guy finishes his beer, tosses in $5, goes into the other room, and within seconds, the horse is hysterical with grief. Guy comes out, empties the jar, and heads for the door.
Bartender says, "Hey, you gotta tell us how you did that." Guy says, "Well, to make him laugh, I told him my dick was bigger than his." Bartender chuckles and says, "So, how'd you make him cry?" Guy shrugs and says, "I showed him."
Seeing as it's Holy Week, I thought you ought to clean up your Bukowski stuff. Looks like somebody has already beaten you to it.
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