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Love is a Dog From Hell
- Thread starter I Love Cunt
- Start date
You probably will too
jules
New member
Now why doesn't this suprise me.
whisky
Boobie inspector
Poor Gary
jules
New member
Sorry to hear about that fag.
whisky
Boobie inspector
Try a grenade, less chance missing that peanut of a brain Gary
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
quiet clean girls in gingham dresses...
Charles Bukowski
all I've ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,
madwomen. I see men with quiet,
gentle women--I see them in the supermarkets,
I see them walking down the streets together,
I see them in their apartments: people at
peace, living together. I know that their
peace is only partial, but there is
peace, often hours and days of peace.
all I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,
whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.
when one leaves
another arrives
worse than her predacessor.
I see so many men with quiet clean girls in
gingham dresses
girls with faces that are not wolverine or
predatory.
"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my
few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."
"you couldn't stand a good woman, Bukowski."
I need a good woman. I need a good woman
more than I need this typewriter, more than
I need my automobile, more than I need
Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I
can taste her in the air, I can feel her
at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built
for her feet to walk upon,
I can see pillows for her head,
I can feel my waiting laughter,
I can see her petting a cat,
I can see her sleeping,
I can see her slippers on the floor.
I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?
Charles Bukowski
all I've ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,
madwomen. I see men with quiet,
gentle women--I see them in the supermarkets,
I see them walking down the streets together,
I see them in their apartments: people at
peace, living together. I know that their
peace is only partial, but there is
peace, often hours and days of peace.
all I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,
whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.
when one leaves
another arrives
worse than her predacessor.
I see so many men with quiet clean girls in
gingham dresses
girls with faces that are not wolverine or
predatory.
"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my
few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."
"you couldn't stand a good woman, Bukowski."
I need a good woman. I need a good woman
more than I need this typewriter, more than
I need my automobile, more than I need
Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I
can taste her in the air, I can feel her
at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built
for her feet to walk upon,
I can see pillows for her head,
I can feel my waiting laughter,
I can see her petting a cat,
I can see her sleeping,
I can see her slippers on the floor.
I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
fuck
Charles Bukowski
she pulled her dress off
over her head
and i saw the panties
indented somewhat into the
crotch.
it's only human.
now we've got to do it.
I've got to do it
after all that bluff.
it's like a party--
two trapped
idiots.
under the sheets
after I've snapped
off the light
her panties are still
on. she expects an
opening performance.
I can't blame her. but
wonder why she's here with
me? where are the other
guys? how can you be
lucky? having someone the
others have abandoned?
we didn't have to do it
yet we had to do it.
it was something like
establishing new credibility
with the income tax
man. I get the panties
off. I decide not to
tongue her. even then
I'm thinking about
after it's over.
We'll sleep together
tonight
trying to fit ourselves
inside the wallpaper.
I try, fail,
notice the hair on her
head
mostly notice the hair
on her
head
and a glimpse of
nostrils
piglike.
I try it
again.
Charles Bukowski
she pulled her dress off
over her head
and i saw the panties
indented somewhat into the
crotch.
it's only human.
now we've got to do it.
I've got to do it
after all that bluff.
it's like a party--
two trapped
idiots.
under the sheets
after I've snapped
off the light
her panties are still
on. she expects an
opening performance.
I can't blame her. but
wonder why she's here with
me? where are the other
guys? how can you be
lucky? having someone the
others have abandoned?
we didn't have to do it
yet we had to do it.
it was something like
establishing new credibility
with the income tax
man. I get the panties
off. I decide not to
tongue her. even then
I'm thinking about
after it's over.
We'll sleep together
tonight
trying to fit ourselves
inside the wallpaper.
I try, fail,
notice the hair on her
head
mostly notice the hair
on her
head
and a glimpse of
nostrils
piglike.
I try it
again.
I Love Cunt
Watch It
If love is a dog from hell, is hate a cat from heaven?
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
And apathy is a mouse from purgatory...
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
you
Charles Bukowski
you're a beast, she said
your big white belly
and those hairy feet.
you never cut your nails
and you have fat hands
paws like a cat
your bright red nose
and the biggest balls
I've ever seen.
you shoot sperm like a
whale shoots water out of the
hole in its back.
beast beast beast,
she kissed me,
what do you want for
breakfast?
Charles Bukowski
you're a beast, she said
your big white belly
and those hairy feet.
you never cut your nails
and you have fat hands
paws like a cat
your bright red nose
and the biggest balls
I've ever seen.
you shoot sperm like a
whale shoots water out of the
hole in its back.
beast beast beast,
she kissed me,
what do you want for
breakfast?
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Good woman.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
when I think of myself dead
Charles Bukowski
I think of automobiles parked in a
parking lot
when I think of myself dead
I think of frying pans
when I think of myself dead
I think of somebody making love to you
when I'm not around
when I think of myself dead
I have trouble breathing
when I think of myself dead
I think of all the people waiting to die
when I think of myself dead
I think I won't be able to drink water anymore
when I think of myself dead
the air goes all white
the roaches in my kitchen
tremble
and somebody will have to throw
my clean and dirty underwear
away.
Charles Bukowski
I think of automobiles parked in a
parking lot
when I think of myself dead
I think of frying pans
when I think of myself dead
I think of somebody making love to you
when I'm not around
when I think of myself dead
I have trouble breathing
when I think of myself dead
I think of all the people waiting to die
when I think of myself dead
I think I won't be able to drink water anymore
when I think of myself dead
the air goes all white
the roaches in my kitchen
tremble
and somebody will have to throw
my clean and dirty underwear
away.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
trench warfare
Charles Bukowski
sick with the flu
drinking beer
my radio on loud
enough to overcome
the sounds of the
stereo people who
have just moved
into the court
across the way.
asleep or awake
they play their
set at top volume
leaving their
doors and windows
open.
they are each
18, married, wear
red shoes,
are blonde,
slim.
they play
everything: jazz,
classical, rock,
country, modern
as long as it is
loud.
this is the problem
of being poor:
we must share each
other's sounds.
last week it was
my turn:
there were two women
in here
fighting each other
and then they
ran up the walk
screaming.
the police came.
now it's their
turn.
now I am walking
up and down in
my dirty shorts,
two rubber earplugs
stuck deep into
my ears.
I even consider
murder.
Such rude little
rabbits!
walking little pieces
of snot!
but in our land
and in our way
there has never
been a chance;
it's only when
things are not
going too badly
for awhile
that we forget.
someday they'll
each be dead
someday they'll
each have a
seperate coffin
and it will be
quiet.
but right now
it's Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan Bob
Dylan all the
way.
Charles Bukowski
sick with the flu
drinking beer
my radio on loud
enough to overcome
the sounds of the
stereo people who
have just moved
into the court
across the way.
asleep or awake
they play their
set at top volume
leaving their
doors and windows
open.
they are each
18, married, wear
red shoes,
are blonde,
slim.
they play
everything: jazz,
classical, rock,
country, modern
as long as it is
loud.
this is the problem
of being poor:
we must share each
other's sounds.
last week it was
my turn:
there were two women
in here
fighting each other
and then they
ran up the walk
screaming.
the police came.
now it's their
turn.
now I am walking
up and down in
my dirty shorts,
two rubber earplugs
stuck deep into
my ears.
I even consider
murder.
Such rude little
rabbits!
walking little pieces
of snot!
but in our land
and in our way
there has never
been a chance;
it's only when
things are not
going too badly
for awhile
that we forget.
someday they'll
each be dead
someday they'll
each have a
seperate coffin
and it will be
quiet.
but right now
it's Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan Bob
Dylan all the
way.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
the night I fucked my alarm clock
Charles Bukowski
once
starving in Philadelphia
I had a small room
it was evening going into night
and I stood at my window on the 3rd floor
in the dark and looked down into a
kitchen across the way ond the 2nd floor
and I saw a beautiful blonde girl
embrace a young man there and kiss him
with what seemed hunger
and I stood and watched until they broke
away.
then I turned and switched on the room light.
I saw my dresser and my dresser drawers
and my alarm clock on the dresser.
I took my alarm clock
to bed with me and
fucked it until the hands dropped off.
then I went out and walked the streets
until my feet blistered.
when I got back I walked to the window
and looked down across the way
and the light in their kitchen was
out.
Charles Bukowski
once
starving in Philadelphia
I had a small room
it was evening going into night
and I stood at my window on the 3rd floor
in the dark and looked down into a
kitchen across the way ond the 2nd floor
and I saw a beautiful blonde girl
embrace a young man there and kiss him
with what seemed hunger
and I stood and watched until they broke
away.
then I turned and switched on the room light.
I saw my dresser and my dresser drawers
and my alarm clock on the dresser.
I took my alarm clock
to bed with me and
fucked it until the hands dropped off.
then I went out and walked the streets
until my feet blistered.
when I got back I walked to the window
and looked down across the way
and the light in their kitchen was
out.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
who in the hell is
Tom Jones?
Charles Bukowski
I was shacked with a
24 year old girl from
New York City for
two weeks---about
the time of the garbage
strike out there, and
one night my 34 year
old woman arrived and
she said, "I want to see
my rival." she did
and then she said "o,
you're a cute little thing!"
next I knew there was a
screech of wildcats---
such sreaming and scratch-
ing, wounded animal moans,
blood and piss...
I was drunk and in my
shorts. I tried to
separate them and fell,
wrenched my knee. then
they were through the screen
door and down the walk
and out in the street.
squadcars full of cops
arrived. a police heli-
copter circled overhead.
I stood in the bathroom
and grinned in the mirror.
it's not often at the age
of 55 that such splendid
things occur.
better than the Watts
riots.
the 34 year old
came back in. she had
pissed all over her-
self and her clothing
was torn and she was
followed by two cops who
wanted to know why.
pulling up my shorts
I tried to explain.
Tom Jones?
Charles Bukowski
I was shacked with a
24 year old girl from
New York City for
two weeks---about
the time of the garbage
strike out there, and
one night my 34 year
old woman arrived and
she said, "I want to see
my rival." she did
and then she said "o,
you're a cute little thing!"
next I knew there was a
screech of wildcats---
such sreaming and scratch-
ing, wounded animal moans,
blood and piss...
I was drunk and in my
shorts. I tried to
separate them and fell,
wrenched my knee. then
they were through the screen
door and down the walk
and out in the street.
squadcars full of cops
arrived. a police heli-
copter circled overhead.
I stood in the bathroom
and grinned in the mirror.
it's not often at the age
of 55 that such splendid
things occur.
better than the Watts
riots.
the 34 year old
came back in. she had
pissed all over her-
self and her clothing
was torn and she was
followed by two cops who
wanted to know why.
pulling up my shorts
I tried to explain.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
cockroach
Carles Bukowski
the cockroach crouched
against the tile
while I was pissing and as
I turned my head
he hauled his butt
into a crack.
I got the can and sprayed
and sprayed and sprayed
and finally the roach came out
and gave me a very dirty look.
then he fell down into
the bathtub and I watched
him dying
with a subtle pleasure
because i paid the rent
and he didn't.
I picked him up with
some greanblue toilet
paper and flushed him
away. that's all there
was to that, except
around Hollywood and
Western we have to
keep doing it.
they say some day that
tribe is going to
inherit the earth
but we're going to
make them wait a
few months.
Carles Bukowski
the cockroach crouched
against the tile
while I was pissing and as
I turned my head
he hauled his butt
into a crack.
I got the can and sprayed
and sprayed and sprayed
and finally the roach came out
and gave me a very dirty look.
then he fell down into
the bathtub and I watched
him dying
with a subtle pleasure
because i paid the rent
and he didn't.
I picked him up with
some greanblue toilet
paper and flushed him
away. that's all there
was to that, except
around Hollywood and
Western we have to
keep doing it.
they say some day that
tribe is going to
inherit the earth
but we're going to
make them wait a
few months.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
gloomy lady
Charles Bukowski
She sits up there
drinking wine
while her husband
is at work.
she puts quite
some importance
upon getting her
poems published
in the little
magazines.
she's had two or
three of her slim
volumes of poems
done in mimeo.
she has two or
three children
between the ages
of 6 and 15.
she is no longer
the beautiful woman
she was. she sends
photos of herself
sitting upon a rock
by the ocean
alone and damned.
I could have had
her once. I wonder
if she thinks I
could have
saved her?
in all her poems
her husband is
never mentioned.
but she does
talk about her
garden
so we know that's
there, anyhow,
and maybe she
fucks the rosebuds
and finches
before she writes
her poems
Charles Bukowski
She sits up there
drinking wine
while her husband
is at work.
she puts quite
some importance
upon getting her
poems published
in the little
magazines.
she's had two or
three of her slim
volumes of poems
done in mimeo.
she has two or
three children
between the ages
of 6 and 15.
she is no longer
the beautiful woman
she was. she sends
photos of herself
sitting upon a rock
by the ocean
alone and damned.
I could have had
her once. I wonder
if she thinks I
could have
saved her?
in all her poems
her husband is
never mentioned.
but she does
talk about her
garden
so we know that's
there, anyhow,
and maybe she
fucks the rosebuds
and finches
before she writes
her poems
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
L0V3 1Z A D0G FR0M H3LL
soul
Charles Bukowski
oh, how worried they are about my
soul!
I get letters
the phone rings...
"are you going to be all right?"
they ask.
"I'll be all right," I tell them.
"I've seen so many go down the drain,"
they tell me.
"don't worry about me," I say.
yet, they make me nervous.
I go in and take a shower
come out and squeeze a pimple on my
nose.
then I go into the kitchen and make
a salami and ham sandwich.
I used to live on candy bars.
now I have imported German mustard
for my sandwich. I might be in danger
at that.
the phone keeps ringing and the letters keep
arriving.
if you live in a closet with rats and
eat dry bread
they like you.
you're a genius
then.
or if you're in the madhouse or
the drunktank
they call you a genius.
or if you're drunk and shouting
obscenities and
vomiting your life-guts on
the floor
you're a genius.
but get the rent paid up a month in
advance
put on a new pair of stockings
go to the dentist
make love to a healthy clean girl
instead of a whore
and you've lost your
soul.
I'm not interested enough to ask about
their souls.
I suppose I
should.
soul
Charles Bukowski
oh, how worried they are about my
soul!
I get letters
the phone rings...
"are you going to be all right?"
they ask.
"I'll be all right," I tell them.
"I've seen so many go down the drain,"
they tell me.
"don't worry about me," I say.
yet, they make me nervous.
I go in and take a shower
come out and squeeze a pimple on my
nose.
then I go into the kitchen and make
a salami and ham sandwich.
I used to live on candy bars.
now I have imported German mustard
for my sandwich. I might be in danger
at that.
the phone keeps ringing and the letters keep
arriving.
if you live in a closet with rats and
eat dry bread
they like you.
you're a genius
then.
or if you're in the madhouse or
the drunktank
they call you a genius.
or if you're drunk and shouting
obscenities and
vomiting your life-guts on
the floor
you're a genius.
but get the rent paid up a month in
advance
put on a new pair of stockings
go to the dentist
make love to a healthy clean girl
instead of a whore
and you've lost your
soul.
I'm not interested enough to ask about
their souls.
I suppose I
should.
Gagh
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