Roll the Dice

A string of ironic occurrences led to the owner of The Shop Brooklyn (motorcycle shop, bar and cafe) pouring whiskey, and reading me a poem by Charles Bukowski.

Roll the Dice

if you’re going to try, go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the way.

this could mean losing girlfriends,

wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for three or four days.
it could mean freezing on a park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your endurance,

of how much you really want to do it.

and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight there is.

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