hey, buddy, let’s deal

you scurvy lard ass pimple sucker!
I saw what you did!
you lifted the crust off of the cream
pie,
you wrote those dirty words on the
turtle’s shell,
you laughed at Van Gogh’s
ear,
you sailed for Spain in dirty
underwear,
you crapped out in Vegas and
offed the Brink’s man.
you wore a brassiere under your
helmet.
you were not nice to my cat.
you wrote history upsidedown.
you took the last drink and
spilled it.
you burned a hotel full of
bums.
you put ink in the coffee.
you put coffee in the gas tank.
you kissed the hard-on of Hitler’s
last dream.
you were the woman standing in
the doorway with the perfect
body and the mind that killed
love.
I saw you in the Barcelona of the
mutilated bulls.
I caught you jacking-off the
Buddha.
I saw you perforate the gas
masks.
I saw you behind me
yesterday.
I watched you follow me down
the escalator at the
airport.
I saw you in the vase of flowers,
in the photo of Winston   Churchill.
I saw you riding the 7 horse when the
Bomb fell.
I saw you break the clock,
I saw you ripping the guts out of
Li Po.
and I saw you sitting by a fountain
in the park one night
and I saw you weeping
helplessly,
mordant and
incessantly
lost, more alone than aloneness,
more stone than
stone,
I saw you, I think I saw you
and I forgive you and I
don’t
as I think of a bird on a wire,
a circus,
my fingernails stupid upon
my hands,
give   Van back his ear
and we’ll call it
even.

huh?

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1992
Source
Original manuscript