ahhhhhh…..

the tide is rushing in, the volcanic lava, the righteous mad, the
imbecile incomplete, the swarthy bloodsuckers, the sky-farters,
the thing under the bed, the smiling bumper sticker, the first
face you see in the morning, the purple air of nothing, the
breakfastable conversation, all that, all that, and more, so
much more that it would drive a
Vachal Lindsay crazy if he were here now, this
overambition of death, this
yes of
no.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1990
Source
Original manuscript