Henry Chinaski

Born

Detail
…None to dwell upon, Moving on…
Take a drink. Same Detail. Not dwelling,
Take a drink. Forget.
Moving.
Detail.
Take a drink. Same detail. Not dwelling,
Take a drink. Forget.
Moving.
Detail.
Moving,
Drink. Drink,
Swig. Dose.
Swallow. Dose.
-Purge-
…Fuck…
.Drink,
S l e e p.

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Write
He can’t live without us

Repeat previous stanza

In-FAME
Die
FAME
Immortality

…Everybody dies,
who’s dwelling now?
Hm?

Clouds of doves that never shit?
Nope.

Every detail noted and not counted.
Each detail painfully reoccurs
in the same way
numb-to-pain,
blacked-out drunkard
burns himself with a cigarette
every night.
The pain never registers,
the wound may be
regarded, then, disregarded
with another easy distraction.
The body - a vessel;
soul nothing,
or at least, insignificant.
No other form symbolizing…
Sans satisfaction,
nothing worth doing.
To call this a philosophy!
would do it injustice.
Anti-philosophy?
Maybe. But I doubt it.
Thinking about it is probably unjust-
If I’d… care if I’d lose the irony?
The doves still aren’t shitting.
He wouldn’t give a shit.

Would he?
Hm.