Charles Bukowski - Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
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for Linda King
for all the good reasons
the world is full of shipping clerks who have read the Harvard Classics
I never heard him pick a winner. they say he slept in the bushes. I guess thats where he died. hes not around any more. there was the big fat blonde whore who kept touching him for luck, and laughing. the whore is gone too. the whore is gone too.
I guess nothing ever works for us. were fools, of course bucking the inside plus a 15 percent take, but how are you going to tell a dreamer theres a 15 percent take on the dream? hell just laugh and say, is that all? I miss those sparks.
I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the Russian Orthodox to the west. she is dark of Eastern descent, large brown eyes look up from the Bible then down. a small red and black Bible, and as she reads her legs keep moving, moving, she is doing a slow rhythmic dance reading the Bible long gold earrings; 2 gold bracelets on each arm, and its a mini- suit , I suppose, the cloth hugs her body, the lightest of tans is that cloth, she twists this way and that, long young legs warm in the sun there is no escaping her being there is no desire to my radio is playing symphonic music that she cannot hear but her movements coincide exactly to the rhythms of the symphony she is dark, she is dark she is reading about God. I am God. and in the morning and in the days that followed the screws, the sparrows, the shivs, the dips, the strongarms, the looneys, the hustlers, the freaks, the discarded dream-presidents of America, the cook, in fact, all my critics, they all called me Mr. and in the morning and in the days that followed the screws, the sparrows, the shivs, the dips, the strongarms, the looneys, the hustlers, the freaks, the discarded dream-presidents of America, the cook, in fact, all my critics, they all called me Mr.
Bukowski, a kind of fleeting immortality I guess, but real as hogs heads or dead flowers, and the force of it got to me there: Mr. Bukowski, ace-crapshooter, money-man in a world of almost no money. immortality. I didnt recite them Shelley, no, and everything came to me after lights out: slim-hipped boys I didnt want steaks and ice cream and cigars which I did want, and shaving cream, new razorblades, the latest copy of the New Yorker . what greater immortality than Heaven in Hell, and I continued to enjoy it until they threw me out on the streets back to my typewriter, innocent, lazy, frightened and mortal again.
Kennedy flower knocks upon my door and is shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens around the tip of India dripping into Ceylon; dozens of oysters read Germaine Greer. meanwhile, I itch from the slush of the Philippines to the eye of the minnow the minnow being eaten by the cumulative dreams of Simon Bolivar. O, freedom from the limitation of angular distance would be delicious. war is perfect, the solid way drips and leaks, Schopenhauer laughed for 72 years, and I was told by a very small man in a New York City pawnshop one afternoon: Christ got more attention than I did but I went further on less well, the distance between 5 points is the same as the distance between 3 points is the same as the distance between one point: it is all as cordial as a bonbon: all this that we are wrapped in: eunuchs are more exact than sleep the postage stamp is mad, Indiana is ridiculous the chameleon is the last walking flower.
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