#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
Everybody had gym period at the same time. Baldy’s locker was about four or five down from mine in the same row. I went to my locker early. Baldy and I had a similar problem. We hated w...
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
Information has been received in this office indicating that you were arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department on March 12, 1969, on a drunk charge. In this connection, your atten...
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…