Charles Bukowski




the finest of the breed

there’s nothing to
discuss
there’s nothing to
remember
there’s nothing to
forget.

it’s sad
and
it’s not
sad

seems the
most sensible
thing
a person can
do
is
sit 
with drink in
hand
as the walls
wave
their goodbye
smiles

one comes through
it
all
with a certain
amount of
efficiency and
bravery
then
leaves

some accept
the possibility of
God
to help them
get
through

others 
take it
straight on

and to these

I drink
tonight.