washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
  out again
  I write from the bed
  as I did last
  year.
  will see the doctor,
  Monday.
  "yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-
  aches and my back 
  hurts."
  "are you drinking?" he will ask.
  "are you getting your
exercise, your
  vitamins?"
  I think that I am just ill 
  with life, the same stale yet
  fluctuating
  factors.
  even at the track
  I watch the horses run by
  and it seems
  meaningless.
  I leave early after buying tickets on the
  remaining races.
  "taking off?" asks the motel 
  clerk.
  "yes, it's boring,"
  I tell him.
  "If you think it's boring 
  out there," he tells me, "you oughta be
  back here."
  so here I am
  propped up against my pillows
  again
  just an old guy
  just an old writer
  with a yellow
  notebook.
  something is 
  walking across the
  floor
  toward 
  me.
  oh, it's just 
  my cat
  this
  time.

Added: Feb 20 2003 | Viewed: 4268 times | Comments (0)

Poet: Charles Bukowski
Poem: Are You Drinking?
There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Are You Drinking?, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it. Of course you can also always discuss poems by Charles Bukowski with others on the American Poems poetry forum!