slob

you had just gotten out of the drunk
tank earlier that morning.
you got home about 4:30 a.m.
and started drinking with those
two lesbians.
when I got there around 9 a.m.
you were sitting on the couch
in your shorts and
undershirt
smoking an old cigar
and holding a beer can in your
hand,
you were a mess,
you had pennies and beercaps
stuck to your back
and the floor was covered with
bottles.

“hi, kid,” you said,
“I just got out…celebrating.”

you were totally gone.
I’d heard things about you.
then
I believed them.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1989
Source
Original manuscript