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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Mama

here I am
in the ground
my mouth
open
and
I can’t even say
mama,
and
the dogs run by and stop and piss
on my stone; I get it all
except the sun
and my suit is looking
bad
and yesterday
the last of my left
arm gone
very little left, all harp—like
without music.
 
at least a drunk
in bed with a cigarette
might cause 5 fire
engines and
33 men.
 
I can’t
do
any
thing.
 
but p.s. —Hector Richmond in the next
tomb thinks only of Mozart and candy
caterpillars.
he is
very bad
company.

#Americans #XXCentury

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