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Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

The Night I Was Going To Die


the night I was going to die

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Oded Gurantz (8/9/2007 5:02:00 PM)

    the night I was going to die

    I was sweating on the bed

    and I could hear the crickets

    and there was a cat fight outside

    and I could feel my soul dropping down through the

    mattress

    and just before it hit the floor I jumped up

    I was almost too weak to walk

    but I walked around and turned on all the lights

    and then I went back to bed

    and dropped it down again and

    I was up

    turning on all the lights

    I had a 7-year-old daughter

    and I felt sure she wouldn't want me dead

    otherwise it wouldn't have

    mattered

    but all that night

    nobody phoned

    nobody came by with a beer

    my girlfriend didn't phone

    all I could hear were the crickets and it was

    hot

    and I kept working at it

    getting up and down

    until the first of the sun came through the window

    through the bushes

    and then I got on the bed

    and the soul stayed

    inside at last and

    I slept.

    now people come by

    beating on the doors and windows

    the phone rings

    the phone rings again and again

    I get great letters in the mail

    hate letters and love letters.

    everything is the same again (Report) Reply

  • Tearon Uzuki (3/7/2006 11:39:00 AM)

    I think it's a fantastic expression. And, for the record, Mitchell Kingsland is an idiot. (Report) Reply

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