the boy in red for a 20

that’s what he said
that New York face
chunky in his light green suit
he’d made it straight up from the streets.

it was a 4 rounder
I had the green.

green lost the first round
the 2nd. and 3rd. were even
the 4th. was going even
when with 8 seconds left
green dropped red to one knee
with a left

the official decision
went   properly
to green.

“pay up,” I told New York.
“no,” he said, “it was a bum

I took him by the shirt
ripped a button off below the necktie
poured my beer down inside the front of him
and when he rose in his seat halfway
I put my right deep and hard
into his belly
he sat back down.

he pulled out his wallet and gave me
my 20.

“wanna bet the next fight?” I asked him.

“no,” he said, “forget

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.