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Open All Night
Charles Bukowski
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Open All Night
Charles Bukowski
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These 189 posthumously published new poems take us deeper into the raw, wild vein of Bukowski's that extends from the early 1980s up to the time of his death in 1994.
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1
hymn from the hurricane
2 buddies
I am not sure of our exact ages
when we met
(perhaps 9 or 10)
but Moses was one of my first real
friends:
Jewish and very quiet
and my second real friend was
Redā
he had one healthy arm
and part of another:
the lower part of his right
arm was a pure white enamel with a
brown leather glove
over the artificial fingers.
Moses vanished first.
my father informed me about him:
he pointed to a garage down the street
a large white and yellow structure
with sagging doors:
āyour friend Moses was caught in there
doing something to a 5-year-old
girl. they got him.ā
Redās friendship was more durable.
we went swimming together all summer in the public
pool. he had to remove his artificial arm
as he splashed about with his arm-and-a-
half, the short arm ending just below
the elbow. it looked like it had
tiny nipples on the end of it
or maybe
it looked like tiny fingers.
the other boys teased him about his
half-arm and his tiny fingers
but I was a very mean lad
and I told them
in terms most definite
that the pool belonged to
everybody
and to let him
swim
god-damn-it
or else.
sometimes this brought us trouble later:
a gang would follow us home
to his house or mine and
more than once
standing outside
theyād scream at us
until we came out
and met them on the front
lawn.
I wasnāt as good as Red.
he was very good with his pure white arm
with the brown glove,
it was usually around 4 or 5
against 2
but Red simply clubbed them down
one after another
swinging that hard arm
Iād hear the sound of it against
skulls
and there would be boys down on the lawn
holding their heads
and this only made me meaner
and Iād get one or two of my
own
and soon everybody but Red and
myself would have vanished off the
street.
we went swimming in the public pool
together
more and more often.
there always seemed to be new boys
always more new boys
who couldnāt quite grasp
how it worked.
they just didnāt understand that we only
wanted to swim and be left
alone.
harking back to
Moses
Iām not so sure
but in a way
unfortunately
he must have been
missing some parts
too.
we never saw him again
but his mother sure could
cook
I remember all those delicious
cooking smells throughout the
house.
I never saw Redās mother cooking
anything.
Saturday afternoon
we must have been 14 or 15
and we sat in this movie house
and here came this blonde on the screen
with pale empty eyes
and my friend elbowed me and said,
āJesus, Hank, look at her lips!
look how moist those lips are!
I want to kiss those lips!ā
āJesus, man,ā I said, āshut
up!ā
all the guys around us could hear
him.
āIām in love!ā he said.
āGod damn,ā I said, āshut up
or Iāll punch you!ā
I didnāt like blondes: their skin
was like ivory and they always
looked like they were about to
faint.
āitās her lips,ā he said, āoh,
shit, itās those lips! look at
them! just to kiss those
lips!ā
the blonde was fallin...