Charles Bukowski — The Real Story

true story they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he'd taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual machinery as if to say, "see what you've done to me? you might as well have the rest." and he put part of 'em in one pocket and part of 'em in another and that's how they found him walking along they gave him over to the doctors who tried to sew the parts back on but, the parts were quite contended the way they were I think sometimes if all the good ass turnеd over to the monsters of thе world maybe it was his protest against this or his protest against everything a one-man freedom march, that never squeeze in between the concert reviews and the baseball scores god or somebody bless him she came to my place drunk grabbing a dear up on the front porch so many women want to save the world but can't keep their own kitchen straight but me, we went inside where i let i not only let but i got them out of the drawer and i lighted three red candles poured the wine took notes on her latitude behind, longitude in front and the rest, amazing a women such as this could find a [?] at hart springs not only hart springs, but any kind of springs or arkansas we ate venison for three weeks then she slept with the landlord to help pay the rent then i found her a job as a waitress i slept all day, and when she came home i was feeling a brilliant conversation that she so much adored she died quickly one night leaving the world much the way it had been now, i get up early, go down to the loading docks and wait for cabbages, oranges, potato to fall from the trucks to be thrown away by noon, i have eaten and am asleep dreaming of paying the rent with numbered chunks of plastic strips issued by a better world