The crunch Charles Bukowski

Too much too little

Too fat
Too thin
Or nobody

Laughter or
Tears

Haters
Lovers

Strangers with faces like
The backs of
Thumb tacks

Armies running through
Streets of blood
Waving winebottles
Bayoneting and fucking
Virgins

An old guy in a cheap room
With a photograph of M. Monroe

There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movement of
The hands of a clock