With Apologies to Charles Bukowski

well, that’s just the way it is…

sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted—
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it’s still nice to be
n.o.s.

“well, that’s just the way it is…” from You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense by Charles Bukowski