A mellowing and meandering trip through this American life. Follow the adventures of Jan, Jack, and Patrick as they take you on a whirlwind trip through Washington, DC's seedy underbelly of cut-rate poolhalls, thrift stores, and temp agencies.Comments-[ comments.]
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Ohh and there was such a good poem.
It's called A Saitori -- The Melon Farmer
The melon farmer wants me for his wife.
Shall I marry the melon farmer
Before the melons grow?
There's a pretty girl working here at MDB inc. She has that burnt butter deep olive skin, and gorgeous unplucked brown, not black eyebrows. She has a heaving front porch, child-baring hips, and polished round legs. She's friendly... but it's the kind that only goes so far.
It's a pity her beauty is wasted on these people, in this fancy but dreary office, with time spent going in a direction headed nowhere, and a body that will never have hands like mine to run over it.
Sad. I wonder what her weekends are like, what kind of condo she shares in Rockville, and what her hopes and dreams were when she came to Washington.