Stolen from the wonderful world of extremely snarky

some men never

die

and some men never

live

but we're all alive

tonight

Charles Bukowski,"1813-1883"

I fucking love Bukowski.

And on that note, my favorite poem by the Buk

For Jane:With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough:-Charles Bukowski

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
dress,
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of 2 gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know:
her dress upon my arm:
but
they will not
give her back to me.

A very good day.

Save for work and all that tedium.

I...
Packed for Los Angeles.

Did my homework (where's my fucking cookie?).

Met up with the biker and had a nice chat. All parties feel good about things. There were hugs to be had and genuine wishes for luck and happiness. It doesn't get much better than that.

Talked to a new friend in Portland.

Talked to an old friend in DC.

Reconnected with an old acquaintance in San Francisco.

Sushi-whored it.

Found about the next great thing:Idiotarod, because Bay to Breakers is only once a year.

Made dangerous treats.

I'm feeling entirely satisfied with myself. Go ahead, wipe that smile off my face...:p