Bet Too Early In The 9th And Was Sent Sadly Down The Escalator And Into The Parking Lot

I bet the wrong horse

my girl has thick ankles
my beard turns white

tonight I walked across this
room and ripped a toenail off
my little toe.   a thick mahogany
chairleg did it.

I laughed with the temple-burners
and   the polishers of

I bet the wrong horse

the hawk got flushed down the

the pimp scratched his fleas

the cook dropped in celery and
carrots and potatoes and
a bone for the

I bet the wrong horse

I’d rather be an inner spring
mattress in Jamaica
than to be sitting here tonight
typing fawns into hard

Like this website? Support it.
I want to bring all of Bukowski's poems online and make then freely available. This means hundreds of hours of work to retype over 1,000 of his poems from the original manuscripts. Your donations will help support this work.