Charles Bukowski

99 to one

the blazing shark
wants my balls
as I walk through the meat section
looking for salami and cheese
 
purple housewives
fingering 75 cent avocados
know my shopping cart is an
oversized cock
 
I am a man with a switchball watch
standing in a honky-tonk phonebooth
sucking strawberry red titty
upsidedown in a Philadelphia crowd.
 
suddenly all about me are screams of
RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE
and I am stiffing it to something beneath me
dyed red hair, bad breath, blue teeth
 
I used to like Monet
I used to like Monet very much
it was funny, I thought, the way he did it
with colors
 
women are so expensive
dog leashes are expensive
I am going to start selling air in dark orange bags
marked: moon-blooms
 
I used to like bottles full of blood
young girls in camel-hair coats
Prince Valiant
Popeye’s magic touch
the struggle is in the struggle
like a corkscrew
a good man doesn’t get cork in the wine
 
the thought has occurred to millions of men
while shaving
the removal of life might be preferred to
the removal of hair
 
spit out cotton and clean your rearview
mirror, run like you mean it, drunk jock,
the whores will win, the fools will win,
but break like a horse out of the gate.
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