#AmericanWriters
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
