The Crunch

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
thought of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say
no.


by Charles Bukowski

eu ri.

>go to a bookstore for the first time in years
>head straight to manga section
>kid and his mom are sitting right in the middle of the fucking aisle looking at naruto
>look for any series that might be remotely interesting
>find volumes 2, 3, 4, 13
>no volume 1 anywhere
>Naruto has several copies of every single volume released thus far.
>Leave in a silent rage, knocking over several stacks of books.

And then.

>working at a bookstore
>some faggot knocked several stacks of books
>boss think it was me
>get fired
>feels bad man

you go little penguin!

"I can relate to that penguin as well, I felt sad and happy for him at the same time, he'll see some cool stuff before his death the other penguins never will experience. You go little penguin, go on, for all of us!"