Bukowski was Right

The meaning of life is

laughing at the pain. Not

just a small laugh,

or a secret giggle.

.

I am talking belly laugh

with fingers pointed at the trauma.

.

Chortling and spitting up phlegm

laughing so hard

you wet yourself

and don't even care.

.

in front of that girl,

you know the one.

.

The one with the beautiful blond hair,

where you are busted

playing out that Carpe Diem

moment,

.

where you stroke her locks

that go on forever

and her boyfriend

punches you in the face.

.

That's the meaning of life.

Laughing at the pain

.

in your jaw

and the embarassment

of social hubris

and a bit too much drinking

of Narcissism's cup.

.

Then humility, and then of course,

more laughing.