this warped take on Peanuts amuses me greatly
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( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 18 May 2010, 15:52, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

Bukowski- Nirvana
not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus
through North Carolina
on the way to somewhere
and it began to snow
and the bus stopped
at a little cafe
in the hills
and the passengers
entered.
he sat at the counter
with the others,
he ordered and the
food arrived.
the meal was
particularly
good
and the
coffee.
the waitress was
unlike the women
he had
known.
she was unaffected,
there was a natural
humor which came
from her.
the fry cook said
crazy things.
the dishwasher.
in back,
laughed, a good
clean
pleasant
laugh.
the young man watched
the snow through the
windows.
he wanted to stay
in that cafe
forever.
the curious feeling
swam through him
that everything
was
beautiful
there,
that it would always
stay beautiful
there.
then the bus driver
told the passengers
that it was time
to board.
the young man
thought, I'll just sit
here, I'll just stay
here.
but then
he rose and followed
the others into the
bus.
he found his seat
and looked at the cafe
through the bus
window.
then the bus moved
off, down a curve,
downward, out of
the hills.
the young man
looked straight
forward.
he heard the other
passengers
speaking
of other things,
or they were
reading
or
attempting to
sleep.
they had not
noticed
the
magic.
the young man
put his head to
one side,
closed his
eyes,
pretended to
sleep.
there was nothing
else to do-
just to listen to the
sound of the
engine,
the sound of the
tires
in the
snow.
( Wanderer, Tue 18 May 2010, 16:02, Reply)

I think Cave Duck has broken into your account

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 18 May 2010, 16:04, Reply)

Sorry.
Copy and paste did strange things to the formatting. Fixed now.

Who's Cave Duck?
( Wanderer, Tue 18 May 2010, 16:06, Reply)

He likes to post meaningful lyrics
and is Al's new play thing
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 18 May 2010, 16:12, Reply)

Ah.
Nirvana is my favorite of Bukowski's poems. I first encountered it being read by Tom Waits.
( Wanderer, Tue 18 May 2010, 16:15, Reply)