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Charles Bukowski

waving and waving goodbye
I paid this one’s fare all the way from Houston
to San Francisco
then flew up to meet her at her brother’s house
and I got drunk
and talked all night about a redhead, and
she finally said, “you sleep up there,”
and I climbed the ladder
up into a bunk and she slept
down there.
 
the next day they drove me to the airport
and I flew back, thinking, well,
there’s still the redhead and when I got back in
I phoned the redhead and said, “I’m back, baby,
I flew up to see this woman and I talked about
you all night, so here I am...”
 
“well, why don’t you fly back up and finish
the job?” she said and hung up.
 
then I got drunk and the phone rang
and they said they were
two ladies from Germany and they’d like
to see me.
 
so they came over and one was 20 and the
other was 22. I told them that my heart
had been smashed for the last time and
that I was giving up women. they laughed
at me and we drank and smoked and went to
bed together.
 
I got this thing in front of me and
first I grabbed one and then I grabbed the
other.
I finally settled on the 22 year old and
ate her up.
 
they stayed 2 days and 2 nights
but I never got to the 20 year old,
she was on tampax.
I finally drove them to Sherman Oaks
and they stood at the foot of a long
driveway
waving and waving goodbye as I backed
my Volks out.
 
when I got back there was a letter from a
lady in Eureka. she said that she wanted me
to fuck her until she couldn’t
walk anymore.
 
I stretched out and whacked-off
thinking about a little girl I had seen
on a red bicycle about a week ago.
 
then I took a bath and put on my green
terrycloth robe just in time to get the fights
on tv from the Olympic.
 
there was a black and a Chicano in there.
that always made a good fight.
 
and it was a good idea too:
put them in there and let them kill each
other.
 
I watched the whole fight
thinking about the redhead all the time.
 
I think the Chicano won
but I’m not sure.

#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell

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