it's unlikely that a decent poem is in me
tonight
and I understand that this is strictly my
problem
and of no interest to you
that I sit here listening to a man playing
a piano on the radio
and it's bad piano, both the playing and
the composition
and again, this is of no interest to you
as one of my cats,
a beautiful white with strange markings,
sleeps in the bathroom.
I have no idea of what would be of
interest to you
but I doubt that you would be of
interest to me, so don't get
superior.
in fact come to think of it, you can
kiss my ass.
I continue to listen to the piano.
this will not be a memorable night in my
life
or yours.
let us celebrate the stupidity of our
endurance.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Particularly pertinent this evening
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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That's the stuff right there. That's the stuff.
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