sixty-two: charles bukowski.

yes, you were; and I loved you for it. east 1st street. june 2012.

I have a thing for bad men. Drunks, womanizers, the type who get into more trouble than they’re worth but also the type that would make life boring as hell if they weren’t around to complicate things. That’s one of the many reasons I love Charles Bukowski. He wasn’t exactly a bad man, but he wasn’t exactly a good one either.

Here’s one of my favorites by Bukowski. The man knew a thing or two about drinking and women…

Beer

I don’t know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I don’t know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
“what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!”

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horny cowboys.

well, there’s beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

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3 comments
  1. I don’t think anyone ever thinks they are bad … but then things happen and badness steeps in

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