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r u n n i n g a s f a s t a s i c a n.
1813-1883

listening to Wagner
as outside in the dark the wind blows a cold rain the
trees wave and shake lights go
off and on the walls creak and the cats run under the
bed...

Wagner battles the agonies, he's emotional but
solid, he's the supreme fighter. a giant in the world of
pygmies, he takes it straight on through, he breaks
barriers
and
astonishing FORCE of sound as

everything here shakes
shivers
bends
blasts
in fierce gamble

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as
nights liek this run up my wrists and up into my head and
back down into the
gut

some men never
die
and some men never live

but we're all alive
tonight.

~charles bukowski

                ...

naturally, we're all caught in
downmoods, it's a matter of
chemical imbalance
and an existence
which at times,
seems to forbid
any real chance at
happiness.

I was in a downmood
when this rich pig
along with his blank
inamorata
in this red mercedes
cut
in font of me
at racetrack parking.

it clicked inside of me
in a flash:
i'm going to pull that fucker
out of his car and
kick his
ass!

i followed him
into valet parking
parke behind him
and jumped from my
car
ran up to his
door
and yanked at
it.
it was
locked.
windows were
up.

i rapped on the window
on his side:
"open up! i'm gonna
bust your
ass!"

he just sat there
looking straight
ahead
his woman did
likewise.
they wouldn't look
at me.

he was 30 years
younger
but i knew i could
take him
he was soft and
pampered.

i beat on the window
with my fist:
"come on out, shithead,
or i'm going to start
breaking
glass!"

he gave a small nod
to his woman.

i saw her reach
into the glove
compartment
open it
and slip him the
.32

i saw him hold it
down low
and snap off the
safety.

i walked off
toward the clubhouse, it looked
like a damned good
card
that
day.

all i had to do
was
be there.

~charles bukowski

retired

pork chops, said my father, i love
pork chops!

and i watched him slide the grease
into his mouth.

pancakes, he said, pancakes with
syrup, butter and bacon!

i watched his lips heavy wetted with
all that.

coffee, he said, i like coffee so hot
it burns my throat!

sometimes it was too hot and he spit it
out across the table.

mashed potatoes and gravy!

he jowled that in, his cheeks puffed as
if he had the mumps.

chili and beans, he said, i love chili and beans!

and he gulped down and farted for hours
loudly, grinning after each fart.

strawberry shortcake, he said, with vanilla
ice cream, thats the way to end a meal!