charles bukowski - one thirty-six a.m. lyrics
i laugh sometimes when i think about
say
céline at a typewriter
or dostoevsky…
or hamsun…
ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes
ordinary men with hair on their heads
sitting there typing words
while having difficulties with life
while being puzzled almost to madness
dostoevsky gets up
he leaves the machine to p-ss
comes back
drinks a gl-ss of milk and thinks about
the casino and
the roulette wheel
céline stops, gets up, walks to the
window, looks out, thinks, my last patient
died today, i won’t have to make any more
visits there
when i saw him last
he paid his doctor bill;
it’s those who don’t pay their bills
they live on and on
céline walks back, sits down at the
machine
is still for a good two minutes
then begins to type
hamsun stands over his machine thinking
i wonder if they are going to believe
all these things i write?
he sits down, begins to type
he doesn’t know what a writer’s block
is:
he’s a prolific son-of-a-b-tch
d-mn near as magnificent as
the sun
he types away
and i laugh
not out loud
but all up and down these walls, these
dirty yellow and blue walls
my white cat asleep on the
table
hiding his eyes from the
light
he’s not alone tonight
and neither am
i
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