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LOVE IS A DOG FROM HELL CHARLES BUKOWSKI Poems 1974-1977 to Carl - photo 1

LOVE IS A DOG FROM HELL
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Poems 1974-1977 to Carl Weissner table of contents one more creature dizzy with love - photo 2 to Carl Weissner
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one more creature
dizzy with love
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown shes always high in heels spirit pills booze Sandra leans out of her chair leans toward Glendale I wait for her head to hit the closet doorknob as she attempts to light a new cigarette on an almost burnt-out one at 32 she likes young neat unscratched boys with faces like the bottoms of new saucers she has proclaimed as much to me has brought her prizes over for me to view: silent blonde zeros of young flesh who a) sit b) stand c) talk at her command sometimes she brings one sometimes two sometimes three for me to view Sandra looks very good in long gowns Sandra could probably break a mans heart I hope she finds one.
youre 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 Ive 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?
Im big I suppose thats why my women always seem small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate and art and flies from Texas to see me and I fly to Texas to see her well, theres plenty of her to grab hold of and I grab hold of it of her, I yank her head back by the hair, Im real macho, I suck on her upper lip her cunt her soul I mount her and tell her, Im going to shoot white hot juice into you. later we lay locked like human vines my left arm under her pillow my right arm over her side I grip both of her hands, and my chest belly balls cock tangle into her and through us in the dark pass rays back and forth back and forth until I fall away and we sleep. shes wild but kind my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love, and her blessed eyes run deep into her head like mountain springs far in and cool and good. she has saved me from everything that is not here.
sitting under a bridge drinking cheap wine
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the animal-eater documentaries? they show death. and now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually? we consume animals and then one of us consumes the other, my love. meanwhile Id prefer you go first the first way since if past performance charts mean anything Ill surely go first the last way.
you know, she said, you were at the bar so you didnt see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close. but I didnt go home with him because he knew I was with you. thanks a bunch, I said. she was always thinking of sex. she carried it around with her like something in a paper bag. such energy. she never forgot. she stared at every man available in morning cafes over bacon and eggs or later over a noon sandwich or a steak dinner. she stared at every man available in morning cafes over bacon and eggs or later over a noon sandwich or a steak dinner.

Ive modeled myself after Marilyn Monroe, she told me. shes always running off to some local disco to dance with a baboon, a friend once told me, Im amazed that youve stood for it as long as you have. shed vanish at racetracks then come back and say, three men offered to buy me a drink. or Id lose her in the parking lot and Id look up and shed be walking along with a strange man. well, he came from this direction and I came from that and we kind of walked together. she said that I was a very jealous man. one day she just fell down inside of her sexual organs and vanished. it was like an alarm clock dropping into the Grand Canyon. it banged and rattled and rang and rang but I could no longer see or hear it. it banged and rattled and rang and rang but I could no longer see or hear it.

Im feeling much better now. Ive taken up tap-dancing and I wear a black felt hat pulled down low over my right eye.

it beats love because there arent any wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or Ives or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boils the eggs counting the seconds out loud: 56, 57, 58she peels the eggs, brings them to me in bed. after breakfast its the same chair and listen to the classical music. shes on her first glass of scotch and her third cigarette.

I tell her I must go to the racetrack. shes been here about 2 nights and 2 days. when will I see you again? I ask. she suggests that might be up to me. I nod and Mozart plays. frankly, I was sliding down into a pit really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with a large bed covered with a jeweled canopy plus wine, champagne, smokes, pills and color tv. we stayed in bed and drank wine, champagne, smoked, popped pills by the dozens as I (feeling shitty and low) tried to get over this affair that had gone bad. we stayed in bed and drank wine, champagne, smoked, popped pills by the dozens as I (feeling shitty and low) tried to get over this affair that had gone bad.

I watched the tv trying to dull my senses, but the thing that really helped was this very long (specially written for tv) drama about spies American spies and Russian spies, and they were all so clever and cool even their children didnt know their wives didnt know, and in a way they hardly knew and I found out about counter-spies, double-spies: guys who worked both sides, and then this one who was a double-spy turned into a triple-spy, it got nicely confusing I dont even think the guy who wrote the script knew what was happening it went on for hours! seaplanes rammed into icebergs, a priest in Madison, Wisc. murdered his brother, a block of ice was shipped in a casket to Peru in lieu of the worlds largest diamond, and blondes walked in and out of rooms eating creampuffs and walnuts; the triple-spy turned into a quadruple-spy and everybody loved everybody and it went on and on and the hours passed and it all finally vanished like a paperclip in a bag of trash and I reached over and flicked off the set and slept well for the first time in a week and a half.

she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powdered and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled but she still had the ass of a young girl and the legs were good. she wore blue panties and I got them off raised her dress, and with the TV flickering I took her standing up. as we struggled around the room (Im fucking the grave, I thought, Im bringing the dead back to life, marvelous so marvelous like eating cold olives at 3 a.m. you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old. of course, you leave afterwards or get very drunk which is the same thing. we drank wine for hours and watched tv and when we went to bed. to sleep it off. she left her teeth in all night long.
I got his ashes, she said, and I took them out to sea and I scattered his ashes and they didnt even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with green and blue pebbles he didnt leave you any of his millions? nothing, she said. after having to eat all those breakfasts and lunches and dinners with him? after listening to all his bullshit? he was a brilliant man. you know what I mean. anyhow, I got the ashes. and you fucked my sisters. and you fucked my sisters.
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