These eyes
These hands
Have seen
Have sifted
A great deal of pain
Just the same
They have seen
They have beheld
Immeasurable beauty
Unexplainable fortunes
Everything evens out.
Posts
-
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Stinky
Don't get so self absorbed
That you soak up everything around
That will feed only you.
A sponge in my sink
Once did something like that
Filling itself with stench.
That you soak up everything around
That will feed only you.
A sponge in my sink
Once did something like that
Filling itself with stench.
Take Your Women
Take that look of disgust
Off your face
Fuck the dishes
Let them rot
You come home
Plop your ass down
Watch the TV
Peck at the computer
Drink your carbonated piss.
Get a job!
Stay home!
Be independent!
Depend on me!
Go to work!
Make my dinner!
Make us more money!
Where's my laundry?
Hey hon
Did you notice
I did the dishes?
Yea, I did.
Hey man,
I've done the dishes
5 trillion times.
HAVE YOU NOTICED?
No, honey, that one time
You forgot to though
I did.
Take your women
Fall in love with them
Chide them later
For who they are
The one you fell for
So long ago
The very things
Which fascinated you
Make you now
Full of fear
Superiority Rules!
Listen Mr. Cock
You have but the ability
To lift things with
Those biceps I love
To hold onto
When we fuck
BUT
You are no stronger
Than me.
Off your face
Fuck the dishes
Let them rot
You come home
Plop your ass down
Watch the TV
Peck at the computer
Drink your carbonated piss.
Get a job!
Stay home!
Be independent!
Depend on me!
Go to work!
Make my dinner!
Make us more money!
Where's my laundry?
Hey hon
Did you notice
I did the dishes?
Yea, I did.
Hey man,
I've done the dishes
5 trillion times.
HAVE YOU NOTICED?
No, honey, that one time
You forgot to though
I did.
Take your women
Fall in love with them
Chide them later
For who they are
The one you fell for
So long ago
The very things
Which fascinated you
Make you now
Full of fear
Superiority Rules!
Listen Mr. Cock
You have but the ability
To lift things with
Those biceps I love
To hold onto
When we fuck
BUT
You are no stronger
Than me.
Fairest Maiden
Fair maiden
Chewed her dinner
Rather incompletely
As the toilet revealed
This clear indisputable truth
The next morning.
Chewed her dinner
Rather incompletely
As the toilet revealed
This clear indisputable truth
The next morning.
Dreamlessly
(a poem by Charles Bukowski)
old grey-haired waitresses
in cafes at night
have given it up,
and as i walk down sidewalks of
light and look into windows
of nursing homes
I can see that it is no longer
with them.
I see people sitting on park benches
and i can see by the way they
sit and look
that it is gone.
I see people driving cars
and I see by the way
they drive their cars
that they neither love nor are
loved -
nor do they consider
sex. it is all forgotten
like an old movie.
I see people in department stores and
supermarkets
walking down aisles
buying things
and i can see by the way their clothing
fits them and by the way they walk
and by their faces and their eyes
that they care for nothing
and that nothing cares
for them.
I see a hundred people a day
who have given up
entirely.
if I go to the racetrack
or a sporting event
I can see thousands
that feel for nothing or
no one
and get no feeling
back.
everywhere I see those who
crave nothing but
food, shelter, and
clothing; they concentrate
on that,
dreamlessly
I do not understand why these people do not
vanish
I do not understand why these people do not
expire
why the clouds
do not murder them
or why the dogs
do not murder them
or why the flowers and the children
do not murder them,
I do not understand.
I suppose they are murdered
yet i can't adjust to the
fact of them
because they are so many.
each day,
each night,
there are more of them
in the subways and
in the buildings and
in the parks
they feel no terror
at not loving
or at not
being loved
so many many many
of my fellow
creatures.
old grey-haired waitresses
in cafes at night
have given it up,
and as i walk down sidewalks of
light and look into windows
of nursing homes
I can see that it is no longer
with them.
I see people sitting on park benches
and i can see by the way they
sit and look
that it is gone.
I see people driving cars
and I see by the way
they drive their cars
that they neither love nor are
loved -
nor do they consider
sex. it is all forgotten
like an old movie.
I see people in department stores and
supermarkets
walking down aisles
buying things
and i can see by the way their clothing
fits them and by the way they walk
and by their faces and their eyes
that they care for nothing
and that nothing cares
for them.
I see a hundred people a day
who have given up
entirely.
if I go to the racetrack
or a sporting event
I can see thousands
that feel for nothing or
no one
and get no feeling
back.
everywhere I see those who
crave nothing but
food, shelter, and
clothing; they concentrate
on that,
dreamlessly
I do not understand why these people do not
vanish
I do not understand why these people do not
expire
why the clouds
do not murder them
or why the dogs
do not murder them
or why the flowers and the children
do not murder them,
I do not understand.
I suppose they are murdered
yet i can't adjust to the
fact of them
because they are so many.
each day,
each night,
there are more of them
in the subways and
in the buildings and
in the parks
they feel no terror
at not loving
or at not
being loved
so many many many
of my fellow
creatures.
"We should get her back."
Conversation with Jack:
"Your mom is dead, Mommy?"
"Yes, Jack. She is still dead."
"Were you in her uterus like I was in your uterus?"
"Yes, Jack. Everyone was in a uterus before they were born."
"Your mom is dead."
"Yes, Jack, she is."
"We should get her back."
"Back from where, honey?"
"Where is she, Mommy?"
"She's buried in Thailand."
"We need to get on a plane and get her."
"We can't, honey. She's dead. Once you're dead, you stay that way. No one can make you alive again."
"I'm sad."
"Me too, honey."
"Your mom is dead, Mommy?"
"Yes, Jack. She is still dead."
"Were you in her uterus like I was in your uterus?"
"Yes, Jack. Everyone was in a uterus before they were born."
"Your mom is dead."
"Yes, Jack, she is."
"We should get her back."
"Back from where, honey?"
"Where is she, Mommy?"
"She's buried in Thailand."
"We need to get on a plane and get her."
"We can't, honey. She's dead. Once you're dead, you stay that way. No one can make you alive again."
"I'm sad."
"Me too, honey."
Hen-Boy
Jack comes into the living room uttering his hen song with a tightly wrapped whatever-it-is in one of his old burp cloths from infancy.
"What are you doing with that blanket, Jack?"
"It's not my blankie, Mom. It's my egg."
"Oh, I see."
He places the "egg" carefully upon the couch, gets up and squats onto the egg.
"Bok! Bok! Bok!"
"Now what are you doing, buddy?"
"I'm the hen. I'm warming this egg so my baby comes out."
"Oh, that's really something, honey."
"Keeeerrrrrr ACK!"
He hops off, unwraps a knit bluebird my friend Shannon made (inspired by Bukowski's 'Bluebird' poem) and hugs the bird tightly.
"See my baby chick, Mommy? SEE IT?"
"Yes, honey, it's gorgeous!"
"His name is Stanley."
"What a lovely name!"
"What are you doing with that blanket, Jack?"
"It's not my blankie, Mom. It's my egg."
"Oh, I see."
He places the "egg" carefully upon the couch, gets up and squats onto the egg.
"Bok! Bok! Bok!"
"Now what are you doing, buddy?"
"I'm the hen. I'm warming this egg so my baby comes out."
"Oh, that's really something, honey."
"Keeeerrrrrr ACK!"
He hops off, unwraps a knit bluebird my friend Shannon made (inspired by Bukowski's 'Bluebird' poem) and hugs the bird tightly.
"See my baby chick, Mommy? SEE IT?"
"Yes, honey, it's gorgeous!"
"His name is Stanley."
"What a lovely name!"
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
