you've got to burn
straight up and down
and then maybe sidewise for a while
and have your guts
scrambled by a bully
and the demonic
ladies,
you've got to run along the edge of madness
teetering,
you've got to starve like a winter
alleycat,
you've got to live
with the imbecility of at least a dozen
cities,
then maybe
maybe
maybe
you might know where you are
for a tiny
blinking
moment.
-mister bukowski