Charles Bukowski poem and story database
The Cat In The Closet
I had been drunk for a week, and then a black girl with big innocent eyes read me one of her poems, and the poem was so bad and she was such a nice thing; I couldn't say anything about how bad the poem had been so I went into the bathroom, took the top off the water closet, and broke it on the floor. Then I came out and stretched on the floor. I was stretched out in front of a folk singer, listening, squeezing her legs, rubbing her thighs when somebody said, "Hank!" and I looked up and there were 2 cops at the door.
I got up...
Absence of the Hero - pg. 78 - 2010
Magazines and periodicals
NOLA Express - No. 51 - March 20-April 2 - 1970