last poem of the night

talk about it.
talk about it.
talk about writing.
make everybody sick.
last poem of the night.
uh   huh.
uh   huh.
you sick yet?
writers can make anybody sick.
they make me sick.
last poem of the night.
a sick poem.
but the others were all right.
I won’t tell you about the others.
you are sick enough.
I can make you sicker.
I am a writer.
I am a writer.
I write poems.
I get messages from the gods
just got one now.
it said:  you son of a bitch,
end this last poem of
the night.

now there:
we can all start getting
well.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1992
Source
Original manuscript