Come On In!. Charles Bukowski

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      I hope

      not.

      then I look about my bedroom and

      think, Jesus Jesus,

      why am I so upset by this

      lousy tv movie?

      what did I want them to make him

      look like?

      act like?

      he was just a journalist from

      Michigan who liked to shoot

      big game

      and his last kill was his

      biggest;

      surely he would have deserved the

      nice buns

      and the adoring eyes

      of that actress who

      he never saw and

      who

      in real life

      later

      drank herself to

      death.

      (the actor

      who plays Hem

      in the film is

      still around

      however

      but barely

      functioning.)

      I guess when I look at that

      movie

      all I can think of to say

      is:

      bwana, bring me a

      drink.

       Coronado Street: 1954

      listen, I been in the navy and I never heard cussing like you and

      your girlfriend, man, and it lasts all night, every night.

      we got religious people here, children, decent working folk, you’re

      keeping them awake every night and look at this place! everything’s

      broken, when I evict you you’ve got to pay to replace everything, buddy!

      what do you mean, you don’t have no fucking money?

      what do you buy all that booze with?

      credit?

      don’t give me that!

      listen, I want it so quiet in here tonight we’ll be able to hear the

      church mice pray!

      what’s that?

      well, up yours too, buddy!

      and you wanna know what?

      I saw your old lady sucking some guy’s banana in the alley!

      you don’t give a damn?

      what do you give a damn about?

      nothing?

      what kind of shit is that, nothing!

      did you get a lobotomy somewhere along the way?

      I got a good mind to wipe up the floor with you!

      you say I’m the one with a lobotomy?

      hey, don’t go closing the door on me, pal!

      I own this fucking place!

      OPEN UP, BUDDY! I’M COMING IN!

      WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?

      HEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?

       a vision

      we are in the clubhouse

      3rd race, 83 degrees in June,

      they have just sent in a 40-to-1 shot

      in a maiden race,

      the tote has clicked 3 or 4 times,

      the old general feeling of futility

      has arrived early

      and then a girl walks by

      to the window to make a bet

      her skirt is slit

      almost to the waist

      and as she walks

      this

      most beautiful leg

      is exposed

      it sneaks out as she walks

      flashes and vanishes.

      every male in the clubhouse

      watches that leg.

      the girl is with a woman

      who looks like her mother

      and her mother keeps close

      to the side of the skirt

      that is slit,

      trying to block our view.

      the girl makes her bet

      turns and now the leg is on

      the other side

      along with her mother.

      the girl disappears down an

      aisle to her seat

      as all around us

      there is a rising,

      silent applause.

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