Let's do the time warp again...

So trying to get the mamas to commit to a midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show is a lot harder than getting a bunch of teenagers to do it. I guess that's one of the sacrifices of adulthood, going out at midnight just isn't as easy as it used to be.

However, we will try.

In other news, I'm in a very Bukowski mood these days, so I will share with you this:

escape by Charles Bukowski

the day you were starving and watching the
swans in the park,
it was truly not a bad day
watching them circle,
it was quiet,
you looked at their feathers, their necks,
their eyes.
for a moment you thought of
catching one, killing it, eating it.
but
you had nothing to cook
one on.
and you knew you couldn't do
it anyway.
there were many things you
couldn't do.
that's why you were starving in a public park.

then there were voices, a
young lady in her summer
dress, and she was with her
young man and they were
laughing.

you looked at them and made
them dead,
you placed them in their
grave,
you saw their bones,
the skulls.

then you got up from the
grass and left them there with
the swans.

you walked out of the park,
you were on the boulevard,
you began walking,
walking seemed sensible
and it wasn't a bad
day,
just another day,
walking the sidewalk,
the world slanting through
your brain -
a white shot of
light.
being alone you decided, was a
magnificent
miracle.
nothing else made any
sense at
all.