#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and