Love is a Dog from Hell @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } the most here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long here comes another night of no sleep here comes the phone ringing the wrong tone here co...
More Notes of a Dirty Old Man @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 24 One of the most depressing places to be upon the earth is to be sitting in some Los Angeles café at 9:35 A.M. and having the waitress hand you the menu of various egg delicacies as her ankles are thin a...
was a poet then living in San Francisco and publishing alongside Bukowski in little magazines like Epos, whose editor, Evelyn Thorne, suggested the two men should correspond (Hank, p. 116). [To Jory Sherman] [April 1, 1960] Tell the staunch Felicia to hang on in: you are, to my knowledge, the...
but he wouldn’t answer and his wife said he won’t look for a job that’s what’s wrong, and I gotta stay with the kids; I don’t know how in the hell we’re going to make it. he kept drawing fish on sheets of paper and he wasn’t even drunk. I went down and got 2 bottles of wine and the old lady...
Mockingbird Wish Me Luck @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } the big fire I’m on fire like the cactus in the desert I’m on fire like the palms of an acrobat I’m on fire like the fangs of the spider I’m on fire with you and me I’m on fire walking into a drugstor...
it’s muggy, like they say, I can’t breathe, have crapped and read the sports pages, opened the refrigerator looked at a piece of purple meat, tossed it back in. the place to find the center is at the edge that pounding in the sky is just a water pipe vibrating. terrible things inch in the...
you mean the place with the big green screen? I asked. yeah. well, anyhow, I finally got on the other day picking tomatoes, and Jesus Christ, I couldn’t get anywhere it was too hot, too hot and I couldn’t get anything in my sack so I lay under the truck in the shade and drank wine. I didn...
The Roominghouse Madrigals @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Parts of an Opera, Parts of a Guitar, Part of Nowhere I don’t know, it was raining and I had fallen down somewhere but I seemed to have money so it didn’t matter, and I went into the opera to dry off, and i...
sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a hunted rabbit and hides under the bed. then all at once he’ll recapture total clarity and begin creating works of art. then he’ll be all right for some time. then, say, he’ll be sitting with his wife and 3 or 4 other people d...