you've got to burn<br />straight up and down<br />and then maybe sidewise<br />for a while<br />and have your guts<br />scrambled by a<br />bully<br />and the demonic<br />ladies,<br />you've got to run<br />along the edge of <br />madness<br />teetering,<br />you've got to starve<br />like a winter<br />alleycat,<br />you've go to live<br />with the imbecility<br />of at least a dozen<br />cities,<br />then maybe<br />maybe<br />maybe<br />you might know<br />where you are<br />for a tiny<br />blinking<br />moment.

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski