Poem: “hug the dark” by Charles Bukowski

turmoil is the god
madness is the god
permanent living peace is
permanent living death
agony can kill
agony can sustain life
but peace is always horrifying
peace is the worst thing
seeming to be.don’t forget the sidewalks
the whores
the worm in the apple,
the bars, the jails,
the suicides of lovers.

here in America
we have assassinated a president and his brother,
another president has quit office.people who believe in politics
are like people who believe in god:
they are sucking wind through bent

there is no god
there are no politics
there is no peace
there is no love.
there is no control
there is no plan.

stay away from god
remain disturbed

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