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Sharpie, Jul 2013
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Neruda, Again
“…You are quiet like the night, and like the night you’re star-lit.
Your silences are star-like; they’re a distant and a simple thing.
I like it when you’re quiet. It’s as if you weren’t here now.
As if you were dead now, and sorrowful, and distant.
A word then is sufficient then, or a smile, to make me happy,
Happy that it seems
so certain that you’re present….”
Yes, Yes
when God created love he didn’t help most
when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
― Charles Bukowski
I used to find it amusing
I used to find it amusing
But not anymore, no
no, no, no
I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time
where it came up from the bottom of my soul
and out through my eyes
just came right out, no stopping it
I used to find it confusing
so I would black out instead
just so perplexing, you see,
how could this happen?
How could any one person
destroy what this village built?
But then I checked the map again
Certainly, this must be all wrong –
The village had burned down years ago
Oh, if those walls
could share their story
you would have set yourself on fire, too
I used to find it comforting,
but not anymore, you know,
Not really.