Loni Richard

“there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing

that
gentle pure
space

it's worth

centuries of
existence

say

just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch

that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that
when they do
they won't
get it all

ever.
--It's Ours”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“the courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

“Everything is so sweetly awful, so continuously sweetly awful: the art of consummation: life eating life.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“now look, she said, stretched out on the bed, I don’t want anything personal, let’s just do it, I don’t want to get involved, got it? she kicked off her high-heeled shoes… sure, he said, standing there, let’s just pretend that we’ve already done it, there’s nothing less involved than that, is there? what the hell do you mean? she asked. I mean, he said, I’d rather drink anyhow. and he poured himself one. it was a lousy night in Vegas and he walked to the window and looked out at the dumb lights. you a fag? she asked, you a god damned fag? no, he said. you don’t have to get shitty,...”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense