Read Bukowski for breakfast,
including that one with the radio
he threw out the window every
time he got drunk, always breaking
the window. Then he added
something about watching a
scantily clad neighbor digging
in her garden patch just below.
I wondered if she happened to
show up, scantily clad, every
time Charles B. got drunk and
threw the radio out the window.
– Johannes Beilharz (© 2005)
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Bukowski; what a strange man. I love his work, but I don’t think I would have liked the man.
Could have been delirium tremens. Bukowski a magnificent poet..one of my favourites but never at breakfast:)