An empty man being careful not to trip and bang his empty head

Some men never die and some men never live, but we're all alive tonight.

Here you see this hand ... hear this sound ... while caged parrots sit in a flourish of color, while pieces of people fall over the edge like pebbles like rocks.

An empty man being careful not to trip and bang his empty head.

...now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

Charles Bukowski


(Picture: Man with his head in his hands, Vincent van Gogh)