05-07-2015, 05:38 AM
"to hell and back"
by Charles Bukowski
they say that
hell is crowded yet
when you’re in hell
you always seem to be
alone
and you can’t tell
anyone when
you are in hell
or they’ll think
you’re
crazy.
and being crazy is
being in hell
and being sane is hellish
too.
those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after that.
I mean, things like
missing a meal,
going to jail,
wrecking your car
or
even
the idea of
death
itself.
when you ask them,
“how are things?”
they’ll always answer, “fine,
just fine…”
once you’ve been to hell
and back,
that’s enough, it’s the
greatest satisfaction
known to man.
once you’ve been to hell
and back,
you don’t look behind you
when the floor
creaks and
the sun is always up at midnight
and things like
the eyes of mice
or an abandoned tire
in a vacant lot make you smile
once you’ve been to hell
and back
by Charles Bukowski
they say that
hell is crowded yet
when you’re in hell
you always seem to be
alone
and you can’t tell
anyone when
you are in hell
or they’ll think
you’re
crazy.
and being crazy is
being in hell
and being sane is hellish
too.
those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after that.
I mean, things like
missing a meal,
going to jail,
wrecking your car
or
even
the idea of
death
itself.
when you ask them,
“how are things?”
they’ll always answer, “fine,
just fine…”
once you’ve been to hell
and back,
that’s enough, it’s the
greatest satisfaction
known to man.
once you’ve been to hell
and back,
you don’t look behind you
when the floor
creaks and
the sun is always up at midnight
and things like
the eyes of mice
or an abandoned tire
in a vacant lot make you smile
once you’ve been to hell
and back