Friday, December 23, 2011

Fuck You, Santa!!! (how i bloodboilingly hate the holidays!!!)

so in honor of the cocksucking yuletide: some POETRY!

How Is Your Heart? by Charles Bukowski
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

2 comments:

Heartful said...

I fucking LOVE this poem. It got me through the worst heartbreak of my life about 10 years ago. xxx

La Sirena said...

I love Bukowski. I read him like a stalker & I love that I turned the son on to him. "...Don't ask, tell/ I tell you such fine music/ Waits in the shadows of Hell."