Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

A Radio With Guts


it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I'd take the window
back to the glass man.
I don't remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Freshman - 1,395 Points Eric Ericson (11/22/2014 8:45:00 PM)

    I find this poem interesting. If you change the form and punctuation, It would be good prose. this is true with much of free form. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,138 Points Frank Avon (9/15/2014 10:39:00 PM)

    This sounds more like the Bukowski I know than the poems of his I just read. It also is considerably less accomplished as poetry. But amusing. He must write better when he's sadder. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tai Chi Italy (10/31/2008 9:13:00 PM)

    lol loved this, when you were funny charles, can't imagine a muffin in the air without it charles! lol Wonderful work, I love radio with guts myself....music is my radar! sincronicity is my beauty....Yahoo henrietta? Nah! Tai lol warming to charlie (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Nomi Mas (2/8/2008 7:09:00 AM)

    heard him read that on one of his recordings, its just beautiful, you just know he did that, soooo Bukoswski! ! (Report) Reply

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