Stravinsky on a Saturday night at 7:18 p.m.

dead on my ass
I am listening to Stravinsky on the radio

dead on my beer ass
I need 5,000 singers

where did all these bugs come from?

I find that I can catch them.

I get them in my fingers and look at them
and kill them

and I need 5,000 singers
and none of these bugs have
faces.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1976
Source
Original manuscript
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