READ--LOOK--WRITE! 07

READ

A Radio With Guts

it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I'd take the window
back to the glass man.
I don't remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.

--Charles Bukowski




LOOK

I adore Pinterest for the inspiration, both big and small.  A friend of mine keeps a Pinterest board of projects she'd like to try and I've sort of been doing the same.  Here are some of the things I'm inspired to try this week. The Milkstone  Enjoy!








WRITE!


It's been days since I looked over my shoulder 
and saw you were gone.

For weeks its been dry, glinting landscape, 
carrying my kids, thinking of you.

Wondering what the hell 
I thought you were doing; 
carrying sacks of grain, 
or whatever, behind me. Now your gone.

I could go pirouetting, 
off a cliff maybe.  
I could call it love.

But what am I, a dancer? 
I would have done that too maybe, 
had i not been carrying little warm bodies, 
caressing to be fed.

I would have gone crashing, 
hurling myself into walls,  
careening off of precipices, and running into shrapnel blasts,

And you. You would have been the scent I followed. 
You would have been my bliss. 
My 'misfortune of rapture'.