I`m the proof Darwin was wrong.

Calul cu roată

Am găsit în punga de pufuleţi un cal de plastic. Calul are o gaură în coadă prin care sufli pentru a-i pune în mişcare o roată prinsă între aripi (da, calul are aripi...mulţumită acestui detaliu Pegas nu mai e doar o marcă de bicicletă agreată de sexagenarele din mediul rural). În interiorul roţii sunt trei cocoşi. Dacă sufli suficient de tare s-ar putea chiar să fluiere. Mă întreb ce vor să se facă atunci când vor fi mari copiii care se joacă cu el.

Nu servesc ceaiul cu degetul mic ridicat.
Nu povestesc ce visez noaptea.
Nu îmi doresc oameni pe cai să mă salveze.
Nu m-am mutat încă la pension.
Şi nici nu plănuiesc.


Later edit. poate cai de plastic

this will eventually kill you

I hope for hotel rooms in exactly the same way i dream of things impossible to say without feeling incredibly old. Perhaps there are moments like these when you need to be in a room that is not yours. You begin to enjoy temporary things first as a relief, a cool breath of air between two punches in the face, but then it starts to grow in you. And suddenly, you begin to enjoy only that which you know will be gone by tomorrow. Nobody really enjoys waking up near a corpse. Unless of course you`re in a hotel room. You can always call room service.

La belle époque

Vechiul kitsch e noul bun gust.

Wild years

Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. They had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan
they were so happy

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red then
Frank put on a top forty station
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed north
Never could stand that dog.


Tom Waits