I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one. - Charles Bukowski

I've never met another man I'd rather be.

and you invented me
and I invented you
and that's why we don't
get along
on this bed
any longer.
you were the world's
greatest invention
until you
flushed me
away.

now it's your turn
to wait for the touch
of the handle.
somebody will do it
to you,
bitch,
and if they don't
you will -
mixed with your own
green or yellow or white
or blue
or lavender
goodbye.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

there were these people
on the ground,
they were reaching up their
arms and trying to pull me
down
but
they couldn't do
it. I felt like pissing on
them.
they were so
jealous.
all they had to do was
to work their way
slowly up to it
as I had
done. such people think
success grows on
trees. you and I,
we know
better.