god ARrest this merry gentleman

christ my neighbor
to the left
of my officeroom
is so queer he
purchased
a 50' blow up
snowman
and it sits
in the back
of his babyblue some
kinda old pickup
guywired to the eaves
of the garage
decorating his xmas driveway
it faces the dead
end street and
if i look out the side
window
i can see that
gargantuan pillsbury doughdoll
tippin' it's blowup hat
scaring the shit
out of squirrels cats dogs and
neighborhood kids god
if i had a blow
dart
i'd chuck it from
my mouth
like a space rocket
and do that
triple decker
snowball
in for good
and
i'm talkin'
about
the queer
neighbor

 

fanmail #235

Hi:)
do you remember me (mp3)?
I think that poem
roll the dice
is inside
WHAT MATTERS MOST IS
HOW WELL YOU
WALK THROUGH THE
FIRE
If you have it,
can you help
me?
Bye:) Elisabetta

yes buk's poem 'roll the dice' is
the very last poem
in that book you mention as
far as i know
it's not recorded but
did you want
me to send you
a typeout
of the poem instead or
here's an idea:
i can record it
in my voice and
you can call me
bukowski-ette but
it might not be
the same...
let me
know

Hi again:)
Where you come from?:)
I'd like to see your face:).
Send me your photo:)
Bye:) Elisabetta

o yea..well unfortunately i'm
from new jersey but
things could be
worse
i could be surrounded by
unfreaky family members from
middleburg armadilla roadpizza florida...
would you like to
see my face
inside or outside
of the plain brown paper
bag?
where you froM!?
i goto southern california
every march 9th -sharp-
visit buk's grave...
leave some of my
unworthy poems
bury some
plucked pubes still
sticky from
the night
before
one of these years when
i return it will
be a lovely visit
sitting under
the shade
of my curly
bush that's
blossomed
above
buks
head
stone

Ahahahahahaahaha you are very.....:)
I NEED THE VOICE OF BUKOWSKI
not your voice::))
But you are very simpatic:)
I need the voice of Bukowski.
I'd like to listen to him:)
I'm from Italy, north near Venice.
Do you know Venice?
Thank you again:)

e
well the closest to
venice i'll ever be is
the beach in california
(way kewl)
send me
your address and
i'll mail ya some stuff how's
that? c

Hi Cait,
I thought by e-mail:)
Thank you!:)
Have I send you money?
How can I do?
I hope no:))
I don't speak
english very well so
it is very difficult
undersatand
your english:)))) ahahahhaha.
I think I have to thank
you for all.
You are very very kind person.
My address is:
ELISABETTA-
------
------
ITALY
is it ok?
BYE::)) Elisabetta

don't fret E i don't speak
english or
any other language
i might be ahead on this...
you don't need any money
i'll send ya a few things soon
gotta HUGE journal to
pub by the new year plus
a new book of mine:
"under the influence of...
penis"
the list of do's out
weigh the list of don't bother's
i'll copy a few things in
between and
send em on to you...
yep i am
'some kind' of
person/that's
for sure ......xoxo cait

 

**mockingbuks i wish you luck**

the REAL the TRUE
the most dedicated
bukowski fans
do NOT make
a 'buk'
from his collections
- at ebay -

to you'se
i raise BOTH
middle fingers
-in_your_face- tho i
thank you for some of
the best auctions

 

my brother

my brother/wife in jax
are sellin' their
250 thousand dollar
ladeeedah florida home
then they'll live
in a 249 thousand dollar
41-ft motor home so
they can save up
beacoup bucks
the next 10
years and
retire
in their early
50's

she's a bank loan manager
my brother drives
a truck for
Hill's

they don't bother
with the rest
of my side
of the family who
live in an environment
of modern doublewides
down dirty dusty dirt roads
on acre+ lots and
i also have an empty
acre+
i keep only
as an investment and
it's situated across
from
all of them

i visit on invite
update my brother's
computer
(that's probably why
i was invited)

top-0-the-line steaks chops sausage
smokin'
on the grill
some kinda fancy schmancy
port wine
ceasar salad

we sit
around the round
perfectly dressed glass table
cloth napkins
rolled inside
hand-painted wooden napkin
rings
and i bow
my head as they
say 'grace'
altogether
my eyeballs rollin' then
i just sip
their finest wine and
chomp-on
the ceasar salad
amen

 

my other brother

now my other brother
morelike me
perverted personality
lives bout
5 miles from the rest
of the family
waaaaaaay back
deepdeepdeep no_place
giant weeds dead pines and
nothin'

the doublewide
dilapidated
ready to keel over if
you sneezed
the wrong way-
a torn screen'd front door
that's it---
worn bedsheet curtains
half the steel sidin'
gone gone
with the last coupla
windstorms

he has no car
works as a mechanic
up the dirtroad
at some filthy truckin
company which site
in front
of a bullpasture
offers him little
pay
i once rode/morelike sat atop
of a bull named
baby baby
got it soon after
at the butchery

his wife looks
half dead from
40 years of prescription drug addiction and
she never combs
that greasy hair but
i suppose
there is no one
to impress
in the middle of
nowhere

we smoke
wacky weed
drink anykind of
byob(s)
he rips me a CD copy
of porn mOVIES
he's collected
from the internet and
we munch
on broken
pretzils

this is their happy life
the way they want
it
i just make
sure i wipe
my feet on
the way
'out'