Bukowski Was Right

Landlords,

old men in shit stained underwear,

crazy women ranting in the streets,

a man with a dog with a purpose in life,

walking straight ahead,

a drunk sleeping on the sidewalk with

a smile on his face,

occasional flurry of costumes parading along,

normal everyday greyness tomorrow,

trying to sell little bits of stuff in order to

afford a taco.

The few with something to say don’t have

that much to say.

Nothing anyone does about it anyway.

It goes on as if it has a purpose, a logic:

going to Mars, making the world a better place.

We’ve been promised everything before.

Some call it religion.

I call it history.

How has that worked out for us so far?

It’s the human drama only Buddha could

see through.

Bukowski showed it very well; the defeat 

on so many faces, wondering where they 

went wrong, let alone what happened in

the first place….where they come from,

where they are going.

Humans are an experiment, let alone 

a better form of government.

The unevolved Homosap never seems

to get it right, or even get it together 

for very long.

“Like a fighter, the soul must be constantly 

in training, lest it grow soft on an ephemeral throne.”

William Burroughs.

The truth is, life sucks.

Knowing that is the starting point

of liberation.