marinelli's miscellany

…the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly.

-

Portion of Charles Bukowski’s ‘beasts bounding through time—’ (p. 21-22 in You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense), highlighted in March by our late friend @fedge [glueslabs/Jeff Barszcz/et. al.,] who added, “Wish I was a drunk like Bukowski.”

(Not that it would have changed anything, but damn, I wish I’d seen this at the time.)