A Poem Plus
May. 29th, 2005 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormThe Poem:
Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men
Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a beard.
Circle the world in a paper canoe.
Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.
Chew on the left side of your mouth only.
Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a
straight razor.
And carve your name in her arm.
Brush your teeth with gasoline.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer.
Hold your head under water and play the violin.
Do a belly dance before pink candles.
Kill your dog.
Run for Mayor.
Live in a barrel.
Break your head with a hatchet.
Plant tulips in the rain.
But don't write poetry.
~Charles Bukowski
Plus: Did that plant work thing today. It was cool. I got to do lots of planting into basically clean potting soil (easy) and talk to gardeners while I did it. There was someone named Chris there, who was the only person I didn't talk to (hah, hah). Now I'm home, at about the time everyone else is going out for lunch (?3pm, what?) and thinking of going to the fish store, or to Playland. Or cleaning my bedroom, which really needs it *sigh*. I think cleaning the bedroom might be the thing responsible adults do. It'll let me randomly pick up women and bring them home for weird sex (yeah, right).
I (heart sign) Juggler.
I want more bettas.
Greenhouse going up... soon. So close, I can taste it. It tastes like sweat and dirt and green.
Wearing the cowboy hat is way, way better if I wear a bandanna under it. Go figure. Thank you, Estry, for showing me how to wear a bandanna way back when.
The world is a vampire.
Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men
Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a beard.
Circle the world in a paper canoe.
Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.
Chew on the left side of your mouth only.
Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a
straight razor.
And carve your name in her arm.
Brush your teeth with gasoline.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer.
Hold your head under water and play the violin.
Do a belly dance before pink candles.
Kill your dog.
Run for Mayor.
Live in a barrel.
Break your head with a hatchet.
Plant tulips in the rain.
But don't write poetry.
~Charles Bukowski
Plus: Did that plant work thing today. It was cool. I got to do lots of planting into basically clean potting soil (easy) and talk to gardeners while I did it. There was someone named Chris there, who was the only person I didn't talk to (hah, hah). Now I'm home, at about the time everyone else is going out for lunch (?3pm, what?) and thinking of going to the fish store, or to Playland. Or cleaning my bedroom, which really needs it *sigh*. I think cleaning the bedroom might be the thing responsible adults do. It'll let me randomly pick up women and bring them home for weird sex (yeah, right).
I (heart sign) Juggler.
I want more bettas.
Greenhouse going up... soon. So close, I can taste it. It tastes like sweat and dirt and green.
Wearing the cowboy hat is way, way better if I wear a bandanna under it. Go figure. Thank you, Estry, for showing me how to wear a bandanna way back when.
The world is a vampire.
