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About Me

a free 25 page booklet

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from my little red radio on the floor.

a friend said, "all ya gotta do is go out on the sidewalk and lay down somebody will pick you up somebody will take care of you."I look out the window at the sidewalk I see something walking on the sidewalk she wouldn't lay down there, only in special places for special people with special $$$$ and special ways while I am dying for a beer on a windy afternoon in Hollywood, nothing like a beautiful broad dragging it past you on the sidewalk moving it past your famished window she's dressed in the finest cloth she doesn't care what you say how you look what you do as long as you do not get in her way, and it must be that she doesn't shit or have blood she must be a cloud, friend, the way she floats past us.I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.ah, the bravado is gone the big run through center is gone on a windy afternoon in Hollywood my radio cracks and spits its dirty music through a floor full of empty beerbottles.now I hear a siren it comes closer the music stops the man on the radio says, "we will send you a free 25 page booklet: FACE THE FACTS ABOUT COLLEGE COSTS."the siren fades into the cardboard mountains and I look out the window again as the clasped fist of boiling cloud comes down--- the wind shakes the plants outside I wait for evening I wait for night I wait sitting in a chair by the window--- the cook drops in the live red-pink salty rough-tit crab and the game works oncome get me.--Charles Bukowski

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My Blog

Pastel Houses

Such a long row of houses All red, yellow, blue, and green - Pastel in the afternoon light That peeks up behind them, Warm, yet still timid and full of a fear That everyone in this city knows all too...
Posted by Euro on Sat, 26 May 2007 06:45:00 PST

A few short poems.

-- Summer 2005 --Air rushes into the carThrough windows rolled all the way downAnd as the smell of the summer whipsOver our skin and through our hairWe sing until our joy and our youthMakes our lungs ...
Posted by Euro on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 09:47:00 PST

It was Hot Outside

CLICK HERE Read it please leave me some comments and don't forget to check out Top Gun's poetry...
Posted by Euro on Sat, 08 Oct 2005 05:09:00 PST