Tag: Bukowski

The heat was searing & so a swim in the nearby river was mandatory

I prefer to swim alone, I enjoy the amplified solitude of the cool rippling water

There’s nothing like jumping in & floating downstream for extended few minutes

If you get your float technique right, it’s as close to a “floating in space’ feeling as you’ll get.

Of course, the enjoyment is guaranteed to dissipate as you pass by the townsfolk.

The first townsfolk are teenage boys by the waterside trees – the yell “what are you doing”?

I say nothing but think “What do you think I’m doing – baking a cake?”

Next townsfolk – a fat guy with jet boat & three under 5’s with a big soda bottle

Nothing says townsfolk than having & using a jetboat over – regularly

Good on them for having fun, I’m just pointing out their extreme lack of originality –

But then again if they did something with original thought – they wouldn’t be townsfolk.

I’m guilty of sounding like a total snob here, so shame on me – let’s all agree on that.

And I have to also Posit that it is probably residual ‘worldliness’ that has still contaminated me.

That said – Now let me continue – where was I? Oh yes – the Townsfolk/Normie nexus.

Of course – I am also to blame for being in normie habitats –

Yes – you get meat from the butcher, Milk from the milkman & NPC crap from normies.

But wouldn’t it be cool if one day a normie on a jet boat picks up his beer-

swigs it down whole & then picks up Bukowski’s ‘Ham on Rye’?

If I ever see that I know that I must be dead already.

By now I sit on the seat in the public boat ramp area.

I’m nicely cool but am quickly drying out.

There is car with 2 guys wolfing down fried chicken like it’s their last meal before the gallows.

I thought to myself – why don’t you at least sit on the nice sunny empty picnic tables?

I guess it’s a sign that they are SSYFTNPC’s

STOCK STANDARD YOUNG FOREIGN TRAVELLING NON-PLAYING CHARACTERS

Time to leave – I do the town circuit home – by foot.

I get Fried Chicken & a Coffee on the return trip to my typewriter, which is also a computer.

If Hitler loved Fried Chicken no one would stop eating it – before, during & after the War.

Yes, It was a nice hour & a half or so – you don’t want to do these things all day –

It’s best as a refresher, as an antidote to anxiety or worries or boredom.

This town don’t have much social life – but it does have the outdoors & good weather.

Even the NPC’s know that enjoying the outdoors & good weather is a no brainer.

You’d be a fool to refuse it when it’s served up to you at no price.

A shitty town with great nature attractions is by definition not a shitty town.

In fact I should mount a campaign to make last line as my towns new slogan.

Said three times & plasted as the arrival sign for incoming travellers.

So back to my main theme…I guess I now have a title for this Poem:

“Swimming, Beer & Sunshine – Loved By Hack Poets & Bogans Alike”

Sorry – I forgot to tell you that I chugged some cold beers before & after my soiree.

If a man has nothing – at least he’ll always have some beers.

Now that’s a good advertising slogan.

or the more particular version:

“Fat, Aging, Bald, Ugly, Recently Divorced With a Shitty Job – We Got This”

But then it will never catch on – after all the World hates the Truth doesn’t it?

But it’s certainly good enough to make it to the new title of this Poem.

Now It’s Time This jaded old fool had a beer.