A Page from Bukowski’s Book A Page from Bukowski’s Book
The best kind of clarity Can only be found At the bottom of a package store bottle. Somewhere between one of the cigarettes I... A Page from Bukowski’s Book

The best kind of clarity

Can only be found

At the bottom of a package store bottle.

Somewhere between one of the cigarettes

I bum from the guy in the russet suit

While he rants about God,

Two drunks walk by our balcony.

I shot out a question about their destination

One says downtown, the other: Hell.

 

I want these others to disappear

In a flash of blue smoke

Like we’re in Goddamn Vegas,

And leave the chubby hippie and me alone

For a few moments of savage ecstasy.

But when the Femi-Nazi says she’s off to score beer

I know by the time the last bastard leaves

We’ll all be too drunk and tired

To go through the motions

Of foreplay and lost saliva.

So let’s just get it over with

And fuck.

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coolhandjuke

when not prowling the country backroads for fat chicks, coolhandjuke can be found wasting his life in an assortment of emasculating tasks.

  • I_am_better

    Very good.
    Speaking of Bukowski – where the hell is our Bukowski? Where’s Tarmac?

  • CoolHandJuke

    Hopefully, nailing some broad he doesn’t love…

  • Tarmac492.1

    work been brutal.

  • Tarmac492.1

    Really nice man!! Good shit. This brings a tear to my eye.

  • I_am_better

    Ah, okay. Glad that you gave proof of life though.

  • Dr. Geiszler, Kaijuologist

    Good stuff!

  • Tarmac492.1

    Never drink with chicks who wear Birkenstocks. It never ends well.

  • CoolHandJuke

    Preaching to the choir…