Saturday, 6 July 2013

Day 351: A Place to Go To

Hard-won wisdom from Bukowski...

A Plausible Finish - Charles Bukowski

There ought to be a place to go
when you can't sleep
or you're tired getting drunk
and the grass doesn't work anymore
and I don't mean to go
to hash or cocaine
I mean a place to go besides 
the death that's waiting
or to a love that doesn't work

there ought to be a place to go
when you can't sleep
besides to a tv set or to a movie
or to buy a newspaper
or to read a novel.

it's not having that place to go to
that creates the people now in madhouses
and the suicides.

I suppose what most people do
when there isn't any place to go
is to go to someplace or to something
that hardly satisfies them,
and this ritual tends to sandpaper them
down to where they can somehow continue even
without hope.

those faces you see every day on the streets
were not created 
entirely without
hope: be kind to them:
like you
they have not

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