#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
as the spirit wanes the form
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
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.
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the