My friend the parking lot attendant

my friend, the parking lot attendant

—he's a dandy
—small moustache
—usually sucking on a cigar

he tends to lean into cars as he
transacts business

first time I met him, he said,
"hey! ya gonna make a
killin'?"

"maybe," I answered.

next meeting it was:
"hey, Ramrod! what's
happening?"

"very little," I told
him.

next time I had my girlfriend with me
and he just grinned.
next time I was alone.

"hey," he asked, "where's the
young chick?"

"I left her at home...."

"Bullshit! I'll bet she dumped you!"

and the next time
he really leaned into the car:

"what's a guy like you doing driving a
BMW! I'll bet you inherited your
money, you didn't get this car with your brains!"

"how'd you guess?" I answered.

that was some weeks ago.
I haven't seen him lately.
feIlow like that, chances
are he just moved on
to better things.

Awesomeness +. Bukowski himself would be proud

Can I request something by Yeats? Or Wordsworth? Or Coleridge? Or Browning? Or Whitman.....or or or...

I love your gloriously left of centre view Rob. Just brilliant stuff.

eugene ukulele said:

Awesomeness +. Bukowski himself would be proud

Can I request something by Yeats? Or Wordsworth? Or Coleridge? Or Browning? Or Whitman.....or or or...

I love your gloriously left of centre view Rob. Just brilliant stuff.

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Do you want me to sing the body electric

I like this bit of Whitman

I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly
round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.