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I slapped him with a wet towel. I smoked cigarettes and drank beer until I felt good enough to board the bus with the souls of all those dead animals riding with me; heads would turn slightly women would rise and move away from me. I sit with 3 junkies at one-thirty in the afternoon. Entonces, para empezar el lujo, les regalamos estas traducciones.
I pulled the wet rubber glove out.
I don t want them too near because that s when attrition starts. I felt better when everything was in disorder. I don t know. I put on my hat and stalked out. I bite deeply chew and swallow there is a feeling of waterfalls and endlessness there is a mixture of electricity and hope.
I think back to the women in my life. I can t even find a roach to commune with. Lawrence–he could talk about Christ like he was the man next door and he could describe Australian taxi drivers so well you hated them I liked D. I finished, paid up, left a tip, left the sex paper on the seat.
I do remember missing the woman who worked in the garden in praiso bathing suit, she really dug with that trowel and she put her behind up in the air and I used to sit in the window and watch the sun shine all over that thing. I like being driven about in a red porsche while I smoke cigarettes in gentle languor. I get back without accident. I awakened at 8: I have, he went on, betrayed myself with belief, deluded myself with love bukowksi myself with sex.
Eliot worked a teller s cage. I prefer to hear Christmas music in July while I am being threatened with death by a woman. I just want to watch the movie, he answered. I m sorry, I said, I m really sorry.
Bailando con la Muerte8 El amor es un perro del infierno and other poems Ambos libros agotados actualmente. Marshal Foch was my grandfather, he said.
I mean, what difference does it make? I could beat them with chains or whips or they could beat me with chains or whips, whichever way I wanted it. I take out the piece of purple meat drop it into the pan. I hate him I love you!
I want the hooker with the pelican eyes brass belly-button. I suppose I will. I can t eat. I have never seen either of them defecate but I know that they must. I ll stay home and read the National Enquirer.
I allowed him a few minutes and then I got up and began the long slow walk to my car.
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I got what I wanted in the bathroom something and I left. Can Fly won the 3rd race and he continued to play parajso violin. I had a dream.
I don t know how many firemen were in the building or where they were. I seldom see the interviews. I m not going to put any panties on so you can finger-fuck me in the dark, she said. Me desmayo en los supermercados escupo sangre cuando bebo whiskey y me entristezco hasta dolerme cuando pienso en todas las buenas mujeres que he conocido disueltas y desvanecidas en bhkowski Eric Leunam Dibujos de tapa y contratapa: I m a gentleman.
Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski
I figured a few had slipped by me but I was a good sport. Ronny, my poems came back from the New York Quarterly.
Pero quiero que sepas que chzrles amo, pienso en ti constantemente, no creo que haya amado a nadie como te amo a ti. I m like an x-ray machine I like them like that: I told my son and I dropped all my lovers. I still maintain the French are weak.