Charles Bukowski: he knows us all
he knows us all
hell crawls through the window
without a sound
enters my room
takes off his hat
and sits down on the couch across from me.
I laugh.
then my lamp drops off the table,
I catch it just before it hits the
floor, and in doing so,
I spill my
beer. "oh shit!" I say;
when I look up again
the son-of-a-bitch
is gone–
off looking for you,
my friend?
hell crawls through the window
without a sound
enters my room
takes off his hat
and sits down on the couch across from me.
I laugh.
then my lamp drops off the table,
I catch it just before it hits the
floor, and in doing so,
I spill my
beer. "oh shit!" I say;
when I look up again
the son-of-a-bitch
is gone–
off looking for you,
my friend?
