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Wench

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I always resented all the years, the hours, the
minutes I gave them as a working stiff, it
actually hurt my head, my insides, it made me
dizzy and a bit crazy – I couldn’t understand the murdering of my years
yet my fellow workers gave no signs of
agony, many of them even seemed satisfied, and
seeing them that way drove me almost as crazy as
the dull and senseless work.

the workers submitted.
the work pounded them to nothingness, they were
scooped-out and thrown away.

I resented each minute, every minute as it was
mutilated
and nothing relieved the monotony.

I considered suicide.
I drank away my few leisure hours.

I worked for decades.

I lived with the worst kind of women, they killed what
the job failed to kill.

I knew that I was dying.
something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as
them, accept.

then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest
bit.
it needn’t be much, just a spark.
a spark can set a whole forest on
fire.
just a spark.
save it.

I think I did.
I’m glad I did.
what a lucky god damned
thing.

~Charles Bukowski

I'd like to meet:

Meh.

Heroes:


"Fear is just another word for ignorance."
~Hunter S. Thompson

"Any nation that can survive what we have lately in the way of government is on the high road to permanent glory."
~Molly Ivins

"Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way."
~Charles Bukowski

"We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men."
~George Orwell

"Those who call the shots are never in the line of fire."
~Ani DiFranco

"My faith is one that admits some doubt."
~Future President, Barak Obama

My Blog

Old Broads on Dirty Porches

You could always smell the flowers baking in the Southern California sun.  Now and again, I'll catch some familiar, sweet scent when the sun is really beaming, even though I'm miles and years aw...
Posted by Wench on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:10:00 PST

Jealousy

After a couple minutes of elevator chat, which was about as enjoyable as stepping in warm dog piddle while wearing socks, I gave the glass door a weary push and stood aside, digging for my cigarettes....
Posted by Wench on Fri, 30 May 2008 10:45:00 PST

This Moment

When I woke this morning, I turned over, resting an elbow on either side of my daughter's sleeping body, and kissed her face until she giggled awake and puckered at me. Then, we played with each other...
Posted by Wench on Tue, 20 May 2008 11:07:00 PST

Beggar Woman

Strange suretyin the way I hate meBitter comfortthat no one can do it betterBeggar woman with your rotten teethand swollen lips and raw sharp tongueTalking and talking and talkinguntil they are all go...
Posted by Wench on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:25:00 PST

Walking on the Egg's Shell

The tail end of downtown forgets itselfand the pretentious buildings give way to lots,gravel striped and numbered and waiting its turnand mom and pop sushi shopsand lofty stadiums and warehousesand th...
Posted by Wench on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:23:00 PST

Dripping from the Steeple

The blank page waits whiteand terrifying tonight, a sprungbear trap's ominous yawnwaiting to sink its brutal teeth.Words call like sirens lately,and they swim in their beguiling waybeside my raft. Whe...
Posted by Wench on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:21:00 PST

The POINT

She danced away from the kicked-up puddleof a swiftly passing busto trot down the stairs to the tunnel.Surreal, the newspaper scraps floatingthe pigeons swooping down;and the mothers tucked their head...
Posted by Wench on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 09:24:00 PST

Billy Brooks

He has long, slender, ashen fingers, and I watch them move to the buttons on his coat, into his pocket, then through his hair.  He shifts the cigarette from one hand to the other with&n...
Posted by Wench on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 02:30:00 PST

Good Enough

It’s not good enough at all. It’s not even good. It’s nothing. I’m reading over a short story I wrote a couple of nights ago and the sentences are all fucked up. The whole thin...
Posted by Wench on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 01:23:00 PST

Gas Station

6 pack of beer in a black plastic bagstumbling toward the carslanted-gait normalityJourney blaring at the gas stationpassing traffic, headlights swishing byon a wet, black roadcar door closing with a ...
Posted by Wench on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 09:04:00 PST