Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Because Bukowski said it better than I ever could...

the finest of the breed
there’s nothing to discuss
there’s nothing to remember
there’s nothing to forget
it’s sad and it’s not sad
seems the most sensible thing a person can do
is sit with a drink in hand
as the walls wave their goodbye smiles

one comes through it all
with a certain amount of efficiency and bravery
then leaves

some accept the possibility of God
to help them get through
others take it straight on

and to these I drink tonight.