I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
Bukowski,
scribbling away
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
So very old, as well. But this life is a wonder... sometimes terrible but sometimes equally beautiful. I'm not sure if I know what happiness is, but I love how that word ends in "penis". I'm trying to fit into a corporate world... even at this little shitty company it's not easy, and I'm about to leap into a higher echelon, including international travel and business meetings and I am not sure who the fuck I think they'll think I am...Will they know I'm a wild and free little housewife, and that I prefer fucking and "fuck"ing to following rules? The rules I'll be interpreting for the FDA and European and other international equivalents? Maybe I should pull a Bukowski and get fired and drink my way through weeks of fucking and arrests and....Ok, no, maybe I'll just focus harder and workout more and eat less and study the standards and rack up frequent flier miles and passport stamps and breathe through this panic attack I just vomited onto your internet, dear digital friend. Are you sorry you asked? :)
So very old, as well.
ReplyDeleteBut this life is a wonder...
sometimes terrible but sometimes
equally beautiful.
I'm not sure if I know what happiness is,
but I love how that word ends in "penis".
I'm trying to fit into a corporate world...
even at this little shitty company it's not easy,
and I'm about to leap into a higher echelon,
including international travel and business meetings and I am not sure who the fuck I think they'll think I am...Will they know I'm a wild and free little housewife, and that I prefer fucking and "fuck"ing to following rules? The rules I'll be interpreting for the FDA and European and other international equivalents? Maybe I should pull a Bukowski and get fired and drink my way through weeks of fucking and arrests and....Ok, no, maybe I'll just focus harder and workout more and eat less and study the standards and rack up frequent flier miles and passport stamps and breathe through this panic attack I just vomited onto your internet, dear digital friend.
Are you sorry you asked? :)