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Hug the Dark


Charles Bukowski

turmoil is the god
madness is the god

permanent living peace is
permanent living death

agony can kill
or
agony can sustain life
but peace is always horrifying
peace is the worst thing
walking
talking
smiling
seeming to be

don't forget the sidewalks
the whores
betrayal
the worm in the apple
the bars
the jails
the suicides of lovers

here in America
we have assassinated a president and his brother
another president has quit office

people who believe in politics
are like people who believe in god
they are sucking wind through bent
straws

there is no god
there are no politics
there is no peace
there is no love
there is no control
there is no plan

saty away from god
remain disturbed
slide

end


I am really not pessimisstic or terribly depressed, its just sometimes I like these morbid poems. I understand the depths from which Bukowski spoke.