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Hey everyone, my name's Rob. I've been a Bukowski fan since I read Post Office several years ago and have been building my collection ever since. Thanks for reading.
 
I'd have to say either Post Office or Factotum. As for his poetry, "the night i fucked my alarm clock" is one that has always stuck out to me.
 
the night I fucked my alarm clock

once
starving in Philadelphia
I had a small room
it was evening going into night
and I stood at my window on the 3rd floor
in the dark and looked down into a
kitchen across the way on the 2nd floor
and I saw a beautiful blonde girl
embrace a young man there and kiss him
with what seemed hunger
and I stood and watched until they broke
away.
then I turned and switched on the room light.
I saw my dresser and my dresser drawers
and my alarm clock on the dresser.
I took my alarm clock
to bed with me and
fucked it until the hands dropped off.
then I went out and walked the streets
until my feet blistered.
when I got back I walked to the window
and looked down and across the way
and the light in their kitchen was
out.


© Charles Bukowski
 
looking at your avatar makes me want to aski you the question, Bukowski was always asked: What happened to your face?
 

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