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    LOOK, LET'S NOT MESS THIS HOUSE UP!....

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thanx and CHEERS to buk! there is nothing I can say that hasn't been said about charles bukowski, literally speaking. except maybe, in my own determination, is that he is as clear as the heavy scent of a woman. he is my icon, my idol, my mentor. he's more down to earth and more real, writing or otherwise than anybody I've read...I have a last year's poem somewhere...doesn't really matter if i find it or not, it wasn't that great. anyway.. here's some snaps of last years' visit to bukowski's grave at green hills memorial park. I'll have some photo's of my visit next week for next month. --as long as this plane flight gets off the ground wednesday.. see the weather forecast for the east coast? they're talking FEET of snow.. blizzard-like - SCREAM!

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pocket rocket/souveniers
souveniers

 

3.09.2000
3092000

 

overview/San Pedro
overview/San Pedro

 

overview2/San Pedro
overview/San Pedro

 

lady lookin for death at greenhills
ladylookinfordeathatgreenhills

 

3.09.2000/2
3092000/2
    **male nurse**

    this
    sux
    nobody's
    here that was here
    before
    at the gynecologists
    office
    Dr. Love
    died last
    October
    complications
    to a bad heart and
    all of the regular nurses
    are gone too

    this male
    nurse
    assigned to my
    examination room
    waltzes in
    fag-like
    clipboard full of
    preexamination questions to be answered before my
    reexamination he
    has no hair
    on his head
    his eyes are crossed under
    his specs
    his arms and
    legs are
    short
    and
    evidently
    so is his
    temper
    plus
    his zipper is only halfway
    zipped

    (dork!
    A class A
    candidate
    ha!)

    he went down the list:
    “do you eat
    paint
    chips
    laundry detergent, liquid, solid or otherwise...”


    “ain’t allthat stuff
    on record
    already…burp!?”
    I asked/said

    “…cornstarch
    raw chicken red
    meat…”


    ”does that include
    chicken
    breasts fingers legs thighs
    freezer burnt butts…”

    “we are updating
    your information file you
    will have to
    cooperate and
    answer these
    questions before
    the doctor comes
    for your
    examination…”
    he
    stared at me
    nasty attitude
    protruding from his
    eyes and
    he tapped
    the top of the
    clipboard
    with the pencil

    “fine. but
    can we do this
    following the check-up after
    all, I’m layin’ here
    a draft breezin'
    through my pubes straight
    to the hole I
    didn’t have time
    to shave and
    I hafta
    pee
    but I can hold it…”

    I lifted
    the purple speckled paper
    robe
    slipped my hand down
    there and
    held my crotch

    he veered
    over his specs
    ignored me and
    went on…

    “look, I have other
    patients to
    attend…now
    do you have or
    have you had
    hemorrhoids or
    a problem with
    constipation diarrhea
    or any other bowel discomforts
    or any unrecognizable
    discharges…


    "gawd, heheh!" I
    chuckled under my breath.

    “have you had sex
    recently and
    what kind?…”


    “look kojak head…dr.
    ruth hopetobe
    in answer to all of
    your questions
    in order:
    no no no no no no
    no and
    no - I eat out -
    as for the other:
    anal oral vaginal
    tongue toe and cheek
    massage
    on top
    underneath
    missionary way
    doggie style
    suspended from
    things
    upsidedown
    always tho with
    a man and/or
    woman and
    the brush burn on my ass
    was caused by
    scootin’ along a worn rug
    in the crab position I
    don’t have frequent blasts of gas I
    don’t break
    out with anything
    peculiar and
    by the way
    XYZ!”

    “xyz?” he asked.

    xamine yer zipper!

     

    **heads up**

    I walked along
    the boardwalk
    in atlantic city
    one clear
    crisp
    February winter
    evening and
    I had my new
    camera

    I snapped a shot
    of
    3 ladies glowing
    through a fashion store
    window dressed
    in beautiful sequined gowns with
    no heads

    they
    shimmered
    under
    the moon-
    light with-
    out moving and
    a man
    stopped
    and pointed to
    the lady in the middle
    the lady shining the brightest
    the lady excelling top style
    the one posing in the
    T-length and
    he said

    I bet
    that gown on
    that girl
    is pretty
    expensive

    yep yep
    I said
    to the stranger

    he didn’t take
    his eyes off of them
    he fumbled
    the filter end
    of his cigarette
    along the corner
    of his
    drooling mouth as
    he asked

    why don’t you
    stand
    in front
    of the window and
    I’ll take your camera and
    I’ll take your picture

    I looked at the 3
    bodies sparking in
    sync with the
    starry starry
    night and
    I replied

    well thanks anyway man
    but it’s alright I
    won’t fit
    in
    because
    I have my
    head
    on
    tonight

     

    **dollar ? store**

    I
    was
    at a strip
    mall
    at the super
    market
    complex and
    I went
    into
    the dollar store
    just
    for
    the hell of it
    (I usually shop
    in the mall) and
    I bought
    a pair
    of leather-
    look ankle
    high
    black vinyl
    shoes
    for
    5
    bucks


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