Charles Bukowski

hug the dark

turmoil is the god
madness is the god
 
permanent living peace is
permanent living death.
 
agony can kill
or agony can sustain life
but peace is always horrifying
peace is the worst thing
walking
talking
smiling,
seeming to be.
 
don’t forget the sidewalks
the whores,
betrayal,
the worm in the apple,
the bars, the jails,
the suicides of lovers.
 
here in America
we have assassinated a president and his brother,
another president has quit office.
 
people who believe in politics
are like people who believe in god:
they are sucking wind through bent
straws.
 
there is no god
there are no politics
there is no peace
there is no love
there is no control
there is no plan
 
stay away from god
remain disturbed
 
slide.
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