novembre

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comeback

coming up out of the tar and the gloom
and untold obstacles,
rising up again like some freaky
Lazarus,
you are amazed at the strength of your
luck.
somewhere, somehow you got an extra
dose of durability.
hell, accept it.
you do. you do.
you look in the bathroom
mirror
at an idiot's smile.
you know the luck.
some go down and never come up.
something is being kind to you.
you turn from the mirror and walk back into the
world.
you find a chair, sit down, light a cigar.
back from a thousand wars
you look out from an open door into the
night.
Sibelius plays on your radio.
nothing has been destroyed.
you blow smoke into the black night,
rub a finger behind your left
ear.
baby, right now, you've got it
all.

Charles Bukowski, posthumosly published in the anthology THE CONTINUAL CONDITION, 2009.

2:10 pm - 01.23.12

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