You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

by Charles Bukowski

anyhow, then I went on to city college where the only molesting I

could see going on was what they did to your mind.

each man’s hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

I’m going to walk down the stairway now

what a sight: an empty man being careful not to trip and bang his empty head.

the freeway is a circus of cheap and petty emotions, it’s humanity on the move, most of them coming from some place they hated and going to another they hate just as much or more.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them

besides there is no way I would welcome the intolerable dull senseless hell you would bring me