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Love is a Dog From Hell

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Charles Bukowski


the blazing shark
wants my balls
as I walk through the meat section
looking for salami and cheese

purple housewives
fingering 7c cent avocados
know my shopping cart is an
oversised cock

I am a man with a switchball watch
standing in a honky-tonk phonebooth
sucking strawberry red titty
upsidedown in a Philadelphia crowd.

suddenly all about me are screams of
RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE
and I am stiffing it to something beneath me
dyed red hair bad breath blue teeth

I used to like Monet
I used to like Monet very much
it was funny, I thought, the way he di it
with colors

women are so expensive
dog leashes are expensive
I am going to start selling air in dark orange bags
marked: moon-blooms

I used to like bottles of blood
young girl in camel-hair coats
Prince Valiant
Popeye's magic touch

the struggle is in the struggle
like a corkscrew
a good man doesn't get cork in the wine

the thought has occurred to millions of men
while shaving
the removal of life might be preferred to
the removal of hair

spit out cotton and clean your rearview
mirror, run like you mean it, drunk jock,
the whores will win, the fools will win,
but break like a horse out of the gate.
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This poem reminds me of the Mine Field, I hope you all like it!
 
CaptainWacky said:
Someone actually tried to pass that off as poetry?
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Someone brought this book to work. "Love is a Dog from Hell" I quickly realized it wasn't reading material for the work place, feined mild distaste and quickly brought it home. At first it didn't appeal to me, but I kept it around, and in the last months it has brought me entertainment. Writings of a male gigalo from the 70's. Enjoy......
 
this
poet

Charles Bukowski


this poet he'
d been drink
ing 2 or 3 da
ys and he wa
lked out on t
he stage and
looked at th
at audience
and he just k
new he was
going to do i
t. there was
a grand pian
o on stage a
nd he walke
d over and li
fted the lid a
nd vomited i
nside the pia
no. then he c
losed the lid
and gave his
reading.

they had to r
emove the st
rings from t
he piano and
wash out the
insides and r
estring it.

I can unders
tand why th
ey never invi
ted him bac
k. but to pas
s the word o
n to other un
iversities tha
t he was a
poet who lik
ed to vomt i
nside grand pi
anos was un
fair.

they never c
onsidered th
e quality of
his reading.
I know this
poet: he's ju
st like the re
st of us: he'l
l vomit anyw
here for mon
ey.
 
Seeing as you lot probably never leave your houses, anything about shagging the family pet is probably of great interest to you lot, sad bunch of dog fucking fags.
 
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