“You are mine in between sequences of code, in between time stamps and every time I pick up the phone. Find me in between bits of darkness developing in the back of your mind and rays of sunlight peeking through sections of your bicycle as you ride to work. Come back for me. Find me.”
Kistler, R. in Come Back{random poetry #123}
relentless as the tarantula
they're not going to let you
sit at a front table
at some cafe in Europe
in the mid-afternoon sun.
if you do, somebody's going to
drive by and
spray your guts with a
submachine gun.
they're not going to let you
feel good
for very long
anywhere.
the forces aren't going to
let you sit around
fucking-off and
relaxing.
you've got to go
their way.
the unhappy, the bitter and
the vengeful
need their
fix - which is
you or somebody
anybody
in agony, or
better yet
dead, dropped into some
hole.
as long as there are
humans about
there is never going to be
any peace
for any individual
upon this earth or
anywhere else
they might
escape to.
all you can do
is maybe grab
ten lucky minutes
here
or maybe an hour
there.
something
is working toward you
right now, and
I mean you
and nobody but
you.
Bukowski, C., in You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense
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