Between Bitterness and Eternity
Or: what would Bukowski do?
"Do you hate people?”
“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around."
— Charles Bukowski, excerpt from his book Barfly
Have you ever been caught
between bitterness
and eternity? Like myself —
on a day like yesterday, when
thinking was less a pastime
than a pain as my patience
with the public waned. All I
could do was think butterflies
and fly up, up, and away, right
into the dreamcatcher of tomorrow, out
in the great wide open, where the mind
should have more time to discover and
freedom to uncover idylls and language
buried beneath an embankment of
rhetorical rubble, frolicking in meadows
of rustic charm, wondering what to
do with words like bucolic. Bukowski
would've spewed it with pride. In spite
of him being an old cuss of a big pill,
Chuck lived and was nonchalantly chill,
but knew exactly how and when to tell
life to fuck…
