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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shoelace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a woman, a<br>tire that’s flat, a<br>disease, a<br>desire: fears in front of you,<br>fears that hold so still<br>you can study them<br>like pieces on a<br>chessboard…<br>it’s not the large things that<br>send a man to the<br>madhouse. death he’s ready for, or<br>murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…<br>no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies<br>that send a man to the<br>madhouse…<br>not the death of his love<br>but a shoelace that snaps<br>with no time left …<br>The dread of life<br>is that swarm of trivialities<br>that can kill quicker than cancer<br>and which are always there -<br>license plates or taxes<br>or expired driver’s license,<br>or hiring or firing,<br>doing it or having it done to you, or<br>roaches or flies or a<br>broken hook on a<br>screen, or out of gas<br>or too much gas,<br>the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,<br>the president doesn’t care and the governor’s<br>crazy.<br>light switch broken, mattress like a<br>porcupine;<br>$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at<br>sears roebuck;<br>and the phone bill’s up and the market’s<br>down<br>and the toilet chain is<br>broken,<br>and the light has burned out -<br>the hall light, the front light, the back light,<br>the inner light; it’s<br>darker than hell<br>and twice as<br>expensive.<br>then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails<br>and people who insist they’re<br>your friends;<br>there’s always that and worse;<br>leaky faucet, christ and christmas;<br>blue salami, 9 day rains,<br>50 cent avocados<br>and purple<br>liverwurst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or making it<br>as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,<br>or as an emptier of<br>bedpans,<br>or as a carwash or a busboy<br>or a stealer of old lady’s purses<br>leaving them screaming on the sidewalks<br>with broken arms at the age of 80.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">suddenly<br>2 red lights in your rear view mirror<br>and blood in your<br>underwear;<br>toothache, and $979 for a bridge<br>$300 for a gold<br>tooth,<br>and china and russia and america, and<br>long hair and short hair and no<br>hair, and beards and no<br>faces, and plenty of zigzag but no<br>pot, except maybe one to piss in<br>and the other one around your<br>gut.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with each broken shoelace<br>out of one hundred broken shoelaces,<br>one man, one woman, one<br>thing<br>enters a<br>madhouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so be careful<br>when you<br>bend over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q>
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tire that’s flat, a
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