Thursday, September 2, 2010

Bukowski Never Did This

Bukowski Never Did This

Hell; I really thought I was ready.
God knows I've spent enough time
going crazy in this tiny little room.

But your eyes set fire to pinstripes,
and I can see the disapproval
on that minefield face of yours.

You know four hour meetings
and monthly pace reports take
just as much endurance as your
whores, beer and long vacant nights.

I’ve been without women, without food,
without hope and my calloused fingers
have battered and bled on plenty of keys.

My script has more than one scene
and the protagonist has an arc;
a dingy hotel to an apartment in Murray Hill.

A six figure life can still kick you in the balls,
and there’s angst and pain and confusion
even behind the wheel of a Mercedes Benz.

I’ll continue to live my 9 to 5 days
and bang out my ordinary words.
I hope with time, I’ll win your respect
and if I don't, well that’s all right too.



Claudia said...

9 to 5 sounds fine for me as well…but i admit - i do a bit more - but drive no mercedes...
great poem!

Carrie Burtt said...

Steven, I cleaned houses for over 20 years...many times for very rich people that drove Mercedes Benz and thing I learned was life's problems do not descriminate...sometimes the problems they had were even bigger, just like their bank account. Love this poem...the second to last stanza is awesome. Look forward to reading more of your poetry. :-)

Khakjaan Wessington said...

Excellent topic, but you need to tell 'em more about white-collar life.

It's fun seeing you grow.

Khakjaan Wessington said...

BTW, it's good BUT it needs work. More movement of thought.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a hard life to me..with some consolations (6 figure income, nice car).. You've summed up that life very neatly, some great images here.

Jingle said...

practical topic..
lovely delivery.


Anonymous said...

office blues? thank you for this! my late potluck haha-