Morning Digestion

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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Writer, painter, translator, photographer
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2 Responses to Morning Digestion

  1. rbhexem says:

    Bukowski; what a strange man. I love his work, but I don’t think I would have liked the man.

  2. Could have been delirium tremens. Bukowski a magnificent of my favourites but never at breakfast:)

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