when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was highand
when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was highand
He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes, but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Show Biz
I can't have it
and you can't have it
we won't
get it
so don't bet on it
or even think about
it
just get out of bed
each morning
wash
shave
clothe
yourself
and go out into
it
because
outside of that
all that's left is
suicide and
madness
so you just
can't
expect too much
you can't even
expect
so what you do
is
work from a modest
minimal
base
like when you
walk outside
be glad your car
might possibly
be there
and if it is-
that the tires
aren't
flat
then you get
in
and if it
starts--you
start.
and
it's the damndest
movie
you've ever
seen
because
you're
in it--
low budget
and
6 billion
critics
and the longest
run
you ever hope
for
is
one
day.
True Story
they found him walking along the freeway
all red in
front
he had taken a rusty tin can
and cut off his sexual
machinery
as if to say --see what you've done to
me? you might as well have the
rest.
and he put part of him
in one pocket and
part of him in
another
and that's how they found him,
walking
along.
they gave him over to the
doctors
who tried to sew the parts
back
on
but the parts were
quite contented
the way they
were.
I think sometimes of all of the good
ass
turned over to the
monsters of the
world.
maybe it was his protest against
this or
his protest
against
everything.
a one man
Freedom March
that never squeezed in
between
the concert reviews and the
baseball
scores.
God, or somebody,
bless
him.
mai multe gasiti aici: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/charles_bukowski/poems
4 comentarii:
M-ai pierdut pe drum cu aceste 3 momente Bukowski, dar probabil ca nici nu am starea necesara pentru asa ceva. Dupa mizeria pe care am avut-o azi la munca... poezia e ultimul lucru care imi lipsea. Ma gandesc totusi la ce ar face Chinaski in situatia mea. Probabil ar lua un cacat de whisky si vreo 2-3 doze de bere si ar dormi linistit. Diferenta insa e ca el nu era insurat... Si nici job nu prea avea...
"It's the damndest movie you've ever seen / Because you're in it-- / Low budget and 6 billion critics" daca ai fi avut rabdare sa le citesti, ti-ar fi mers la suflet cu siguranta.
A fost o zi de cacat? Lasa ca trece. O sa mai fie si multe altele. Umorul si ironia salveaza astfel de situatii.
Mai mult, locul ala de munca nu e nici vreun promised land, nici Mecca. Din contra !
Poate e momentul sa cauti, in functie de timpul liber, si alte activitati pentru a-ti castiga existenta onorabil...poate chiar mai bine....si, cine stie, poate iti iese.
I nevoie de un sclav? Spune! Fac orice ..numai ca sa-mi schimb stapanul! Macar stiu ca am incercat si altceva..
Nu convingi ca sclav, dar insista...nu se stie :O))
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