and when love came to us twice
and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us
and fair to love itself.
we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to
kill flies,
attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can’t sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy
no miracles;
and don’t forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails
and death is useless.
- on lighting a cigar, Bukowski (What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
This is the best poem I have ever read. Thank you for sharing
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