Sometimes old Hammered Hank really can tug ye olde heartstrings... my reading of this lowkey plea for kindness on a harsh lonely planet accompanied by Max Richter's Sarajevo and a bunch of gifs I cobbled together. If you enjoy my readings and would like to support the channel, you can buy me a cup of coffee : https://buymeacoffee.com/lorigomez_apoetrychannel<br /><br />The Crunch by Charles Bukowski<br /><br />too much<br />too little<br /><br />too fat<br />too thin<br />or nobody.<br /><br />laughter or<br />tears<br /><br />haters<br />lovers<br /><br />strangers with faces like<br />the backs of<br />thumb tacks<br /><br />armies running through<br />streets of blood<br />waving winebottles<br />bayoneting and fucking<br />virgins.<br /><br />or an old guy in a cheap room<br />with a photograph of M. Monroe.<br /><br />there is a loneliness in this world so great<br />that you can see it in the slow movement of<br />the hands of a clock.<br /><br />people so tired<br />mutilated<br />either by love or no love.<br /><br />people just are not good to each other<br />one on one.<br /><br />the rich are not good to the rich<br />the poor are not good to the poor.<br /><br />we are afraid.<br /><br />our educational system tells us<br />that we can all be<br />big-ass winners.<br /><br />it hasn't told us<br />about the gutters<br />or the suicides.<br /><br />or the terror of one person<br />aching in one place<br />alone<br /><br />untouched<br />unspoken to<br /><br />watering a plant.<br /><br />people are not good to each other.<br />people are not good to each other.<br />people are not good to each other.<br /><br />I suppose they never will be.<br />I don't ask them to be.<br /><br />but sometimes I think about<br />it.<br /><br />the beads will swing<br />the clouds will cloud<br />and the killer will behead the child<br />like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.<br /><br />too much<br />too little<br /><br />too fat<br />too thin<br />or nobody<br /><br />more haters than lovers.<br /><br />people are not good to each other.<br />perhaps if they were<br />our deaths would not be so sad.<br /><br />meanwhile I look at young girls<br />stems<br />flowers of chance.<br /><br />there must be a way.<br /><br />surely there must be a way we have not yet<br />thought of.<br /><br />who put this brain inside of me?<br /><br />it cries<br />it demands<br />it says that there is a chance.<br /><br />it will not say<br />"no."
