Sunday, February 27, 2011

Are You Drinking? | Charles Bukowski

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
out again
I write from the bed
as I did last
year.
will see the doctor,
Monday.
"yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-
aches and my back
hurts."
"are you drinking?" he will ask.
"are you getting your
exercise, your
vitamins?"
I think that I am just ill
with life, the same stale yet
fluctuating
factors.
even at the track
I watch the horses run by
and it seems
meaningless.
I leave early after buying tickets on the
remaining races.
"taking off?" asks the motel
clerk.
"yes, it's boring,"
I tell him.
"If you think it's boring
out there," he tells me, "you oughta be
back here."
so here I am
propped up against my pillows
again
just an old guy
just an old writer
with a yellow
notebook.
something is
walking across the
floor
toward
me.
oh, it's just
my cat
this
time.
 

Harry the Cat

© Despina Paramani

Jules Champfleury

"There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten."

Roger Waters & Cats

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Janis Joplin & Cat

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Bob Dylan with his Son Jesse & Cat, 1968

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Jim Davis

"Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them."