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

anymore.

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

escaped.