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[lion-for-real.livejournal.com]

he knows us all

hell crawls through the window
without a sound
enters my room
takes off his hat
and sits down on the couch across from me.
I laugh.
then my lamp drops off the table,
I catch it just before it hits the
floor, and in doing so,
I spill my
beer. "oh shit!" I say;
when I look up again
that son-of-a-bitch
is gone--
off looking for you,
my friend?


--C.Bukowski

Comments

[shaluvk.livejournal.com]

oh, i sure can do without hell come calling just now!

i really dig bukowski. he's not had the respect due to a serious poet. some of his poems are real corkers. but then again, i'm a rank amateur, judging poetry only by gut sense :-D