#AmericanWriters
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,