Friday, April 30, 2010

I'M GETTING BACK TO WHERE I WAS


I used to take the back off
the telephone and stuff it with rags
and when somebody knocked
I wouldn't answer and if they persisted
I'd tell them in terms vulgar
to vanish.

just another old crank
with wings of gold
flabby white belly
plus
eyes to knock out
the sun.

by Charles Bukowski

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