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Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski
I surrender, I said, it s too much: Lawrence but I m glad I never met him in some bistro him lifting his tiny hot cup of tea and looking at me with his worm-hole eyes. I had run my 43 cents up to a dollar ninety when I saw her going upstairs with her fireman. Stars and Stripes won the 6th and he played some more and Staunch Hope got up on the inside to take the 7th and the pxraiso player worked away and when Lucky Mike won at 4 to 5 in the 8th he was still making music.
I don t see how it can be replaced with anything better.
I feel sorry for us all or glad for us bukowskk caught alive together and awkward in that way. I ve always been lucky: I figured a few had slipped by me but I was a good sport. I slapped him with a wet towel. I m like an x-ray machine I like them like that: Ronny, my poems came back from the New York Quarterly. I still maintain the French are weak.
Foch, Foch, Foch, Foch! I get back without accident. I m a gentleman. I got out my sub-machine gun and blasted the devils but there were so many of them I had to give up.
I can t sleep. Eliot worked a teller s cage. I ve never been in one of these things before, I said, these triangles.
Thanks also to Capra Press which originally published some of these poems as a chapbook called Fire Bukowdki. 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.
Calaméo – Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski
Pero quiero que sepas que te amo, pienso en ti constantemente, no creo que haya amado a nadie como te amo a ti. I always hang ap, justified. I finished, paid up, left a tip, left the sex paper on the seat. I don t remember how it ended exactly though I do remember we finally moved out. Entonces, para empezar el lujo, les regalamos estas traducciones. I hope he doesn t drink too bulowski beer.
I was young once too. I got it goingafter 45 minutes–I mailed 4 letters purchased something cool came back got into my place and listened to Ives had dreams of empire my great white belly against the fan.
Bogie s not dead yet. Related publications Share Embed Add to favorites Comments. I was wrong and graceless and sick.
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I have been robbed of my filth. Blake was sure of God. I have lost my rhythm. I have 20 published books and hwy cans of beer. I ll stay home and read the National Enquirer. I think he s very gentle.
I had to fuck Y. I ride it myself.