12.17.2011 Bukowski was a mail man and Eliot a banker and W. C. Williams a pediatrician and Adolpho is a maintenance man and I find myself envying him. With vigor and zest and his leaf blower He pretends to shoot tennis balls at so called "pussy cats"
You can work at Pita Pit but hell if I'm going to Jamba Juice. A man and woman have to have pride, I know But I don't care. You're King Leonidas as far as I'm concerned and you pick a wilted flower to wear in your pocket and ask for the smiles of civilians and laugh with half your heart.
It'd be a little romantic to be a truck driver or a janitor after hours somewhere and that cabin I'd build, you could go there. We wouldn't fight all that much.
posted by Tazarat @ 4:19 PM