are you drinking?
de Charles Bukowski(2005)
1 min lectură
Mediu
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
excercise, your
vitamins?\"
I think that IÂ 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 teh
remaining races.
\"taking off?\" asks the mutuel
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.