最近的生活都沒什麽趣，每天早上掙扎很久才起床上班讀讀電郵開會工作吃午飯時小心挑什麽能吃什麽不能吃外出見客有時候囘公司前偷偷懶去喝杯咖啡逛逛書局空調乓乓的商場工作工作工作下班趕去看醫生醫生會問有沒有喝酒不要喝酒不要吃辣的要休息多點「... 後生女二十幾嵗就飲酒飲到個肝“禁“ 差.....」「醫生...我已經兩個禮拜無飲酒喇.....」 回家吃飯又挑很久什麽能吃什麽不能吃每天吃葯吃葯吃葯睡覺睡很少讀了四本Charles Bukowski.
多得Charles Bukowski...... 如果沒有他..... 我的生活就將會如..... 以上所說的減去Charles Bukowski那部份。




Are You Drinking? - Charles Bukowski
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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.