Caution-plain adult talk to follow. Some cussing for sensitive folks.
Hey, Internet: Stop Trying To Inspire Me
"Es preciso hacer bien, aun después de haber muerto. Por tanto, escribo."-José Martí
Tuesday, August 04, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
the blade by Charles Bukowski
the blade
there was no parking near the post office where I worked at night
so I found this splendid spot
(Nobody seemed to care to park there)
on a dirt road behind a
slaughterhouse
and as I sat in my car
just before work
smoking a last cigarette
I was treated to the same
scene
as each evening tailed off into
night-the pigs were herded out of the
yard pens
and onto runways
by a man making pig sounds and
flapping a large canvas
and the pigs ran wildly
up the runway
toward the waiting
blade,
and many evenings
after watching that
after finishing my
smoke
I just started the car
backed out of there and
drove away from my
job.
My absenteeism reached such astonishing
proportions.
that I had to finally
park
at some expense
behind a Chinese bar
where all I could see were tiny shuttered
windows
with neon signs advertising some Oriental
libation.
it seemed less real, and that was
what was
needed.
there was no parking near the post office where I worked at night
so I found this splendid spot
(Nobody seemed to care to park there)
on a dirt road behind a
slaughterhouse
and as I sat in my car
just before work
smoking a last cigarette
I was treated to the same
scene
as each evening tailed off into
night-the pigs were herded out of the
yard pens
and onto runways
by a man making pig sounds and
flapping a large canvas
and the pigs ran wildly
up the runway
toward the waiting
blade,
and many evenings
after watching that
after finishing my
smoke
I just started the car
backed out of there and
drove away from my
job.
My absenteeism reached such astonishing
proportions.
that I had to finally
park
at some expense
behind a Chinese bar
where all I could see were tiny shuttered
windows
with neon signs advertising some Oriental
libation.
it seemed less real, and that was
what was
needed.
Monday, March 30, 2015
NAPOWRIMO 2015
April is National Poetry Month.
This year my wife Laura and I are joining NAPOWRIMO, which is National Poetry Writing Month . We normally participate in National Novel Writing Month in the Winter, but this year we are going to write one poem every day for the whole month of April. I'm planning on posting most of them here on the blog unless they are too sensitive, but I have some ready made poems already in reserve I can add to the blog, so stop by and you should see something new this month.
You can also see my wife's blog here: Grace to Create
Thanks!
This year my wife Laura and I are joining NAPOWRIMO, which is National Poetry Writing Month . We normally participate in National Novel Writing Month in the Winter, but this year we are going to write one poem every day for the whole month of April. I'm planning on posting most of them here on the blog unless they are too sensitive, but I have some ready made poems already in reserve I can add to the blog, so stop by and you should see something new this month.
You can also see my wife's blog here: Grace to Create
Thanks!
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Dear Aldi's
Dear Aldi's,
Below is an actual section trimmed from the aluminum can of your Summit GT Diet Cola. I'm sorry, but someone has to tell you...you're trying WAY TOO HARD here.
That's an awful lot to expect from one beverage, especially when it's $2.39 for a 12 pack. I'm sorry, it's not as good as Diet Coke. Just a hint, say something like "A delightful refreshing beverage that won't break the bank". You've just made the bar WAY too high for just a can of diet soda. Tell your marketeers to switch to decaf or something-cause this is a little crazy. Just sayin. I like your other stuff, thanks for saving me money on groceries and your guacamole is awesome.
Best Regards,
John Homan
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
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