Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

How Is Your Heart?

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
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  • Sanya Semakula (4/24/2009 7:41:00 PM)

    Full version:

    during my worst times
    on the park benches
    in the jails
    or living with
    I always had this certain
    I wouldn't call it
    it was more of an inner
    that settled for
    whatever was occuring
    and it helped in the
    and when relationships
    went wrong
    with the

    it helped
    through the
    wars and the
    the backalley fights

    to awaken in a cheap room
    in a strange city and
    pull up the shade-
    this was the craziest kind of

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Walter Durk (9/27/2007 6:56:00 PM)

    A certain 'go with the flow' approach to life, I think, may have helped sustain him. (Report) Reply

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