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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Chopin Bukowski

this is my piano.
 
the phone rings and people ask,
what are you doing? how about
getting drunk with us?
 
and I say,
I’m at my piano.
 
what?
 
I’m at my piano.
 
I hang up.
 
people need me. I fill
them. if they can’t see me
for a while they get desperate, they get
sick.
 
but if I see them too often
I get sick. it’s hard to feed
without getting fed.
 
my piano says things back to
me.
 
sometimes the things are
scrambled and not very good.
other times
 
I get as good and lucky as
Chopin.
 
sometimes I get out of practice
out of tune. that’s
all right.
I can sit down and vomit on the
keys
but it’s my
vomit.
 
it’s better than sitting in a room
with 3 or 4 people and
their pianos.
 
this is my piano
and it is better than theirs.
 
and they like it and they do not
like it.

#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell

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