Bukowski

Ezra Pound
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What's that all about then
I wondered
lonely as a man bereft of girlfriend not, social position not - but not
what I want, in life of course
bukowski seemed to have liked but then he was old
perhaps the old have to like the older
the old like moby-d, too many words of 19thC
Last night I saw fear on my own face
2 yobs, fuck fuck fuck you fucker are you after some you cunt,
etc
a couple of random men, like me, in suits
fear in their eyes
call the police!!!!!!!! they shouted, knowing they would come too late,
but hoping the call would bring relief
I didn't, almost was run over by a car as I avoided a beating myself,
too sober for heroics,
saw that others were churning the microwaves
headed for home, fear, adrenalin, gratitude,
my girlfriend, flowers and beer tasted sweeter yet that eve.