the midnight dip

it was a motel in Laguna Beach
she was an admirer of Wm. Burroughs
she was fat and dull and slept
flat on her back
and I said,
no wonder your husband took to the needle,
I walked out in my skivvies
at midnight
dived into the pool
I could still swim
like they say;
I plodded about in the green water
a bit
climbed out
went back in…
found some scotch left in the bottle
drank that,
found a warm beer.

look, I said, you been talking all night
about how you don’t like to kill
animals.   how about

then I switched out the light.

there was no answer.

she had TWA out of International
at 4:40 p.m. for

Charles Bukowski
Original manuscript
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