I find the poetry of Charles Bukowski the right medicine for when I start to take life too seriously, … or not seriously enough.
the last song – Charles Bukowski
driving the freeway while
listening to the Country and Western boys
sing about a broken heart
and the honkytonk blues,
it seems that things just don’t work out
most of the time
and when they do it will be for a
short time
only.
well, that’s not news.
nothing’s news.
it’s the same old thing in
disguise.
only one thing comes without a
disguise and you only see it
once, or
maybe never.
like getting hit by a freight
train
makes us realize that all our
moaning about long lost girls
in gingham dresses
is not so important
after
all.
It occurs to me... 