you′ve got to burn
straight up and down
and then maybe sidewise
for a while
and have your guts
scrambled by a
bully
and the demonic
ladies,
you′ve got to run
along the edge of
madness
teetering,
you′ve got to starve
like a winter
alleycat,
you′ve go to live
with the imbecility
of at least a dozen
cities,
then maybe
maybe
maybe
you might know
where you are
for a tiny
blinking
moment.

Вдруг открыла для себя Буковского.... Пробую на вкус, стараюсь глубже прочувствовать и понять.