as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.
Charles BukowskiFay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.
Charles BukowskiIn a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.
Charles Bukowski