Chinaski Tuesdays

the crunch

too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or
tears

haters
lovers

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about
it.

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
thought of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say
"no."

The next formal event invite I get...

... I know exactly what I'm wearing.

It's not a sno-cone.

The moon cup. Cute name, but not what you think it is. Look at the usage and care instructions - if you dare!

To make up for that, have fun learning the words to this little ditty (NSFW):

Brand it

The man who bought Barry Bonds's 756th home run ball for more than $750,000 is letting the public decide its final resting place.

Fashion designer Marc Ecko is allowing Internet users to vote to either give the ball to the Hall of Fame, brand it with an asterisk before sending it to the Cooperstown (N.Y.) museum or place it in a rocket ship and launch it into space.

I say brand the sucker. The stats will always indicate that the record has been broken, so let the ball stand as testimony to the facts behind the figures.

Chinaski Tuesdays

When stress assails me with tsunami force, I like to read Bukowski. His perspective reminds me that there is no joy without pain, and any pain I experience just deepens my ability to appreciate beauty. That means, that in a weird way, pain is beautiful, too, if for nothing more than the gift of depth it imparts. In light of this, I hereby institute Chinaski Tuesdays. Every Tuesday, until I forget or am too lazy, I will post a Bukowski poem. Enjoy.

a child's bedtime story

unsaid, said the snail.
untold, said the tortoise.
doesn't matter, said the tiger.
obey me, said the father.
be loyal, said the country.
watch me climb, said the vine.
doesn't matter, said the tiger.
untold, said the tortoise.
unsaid, said the snail.
I'll run, said the mouse.
I'll hide, said the cat.
I'll fly, said the sparrow.
I'll swim, said the whale.
obey and be loyal, said the
father and
everybody shut up! roared the
Queen.

the night came and all
the lights went out
as the cities
burned.

now, go to
sleep.

The Final Boutdown

9-9-07 May be your last chance to see Maul St. Matthews flash her piece out on the lanes. Don't miss it!

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I love gmail, but...

I HATE that when I check the spam box, just to make sure nothing legitimate has accidentally fallen into the abyss, the Google keyword ad function flashes some Spam food product related link at me. I tell myself not to look, because I know the suggested Spam recipe will totally gross me out. Sometimes, however, I fail myself.

SPAM Vineyard Salad

I'll be over in the corner recycling my lunch, brb.