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Here I Am

drunk again at 3 a. m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
Of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
An old man
Maddened for the flesh of young girls in this
Dwindling twilight
Liver gone
Kidneys going
Pancrea pooped
Top-floor blood pressure
While all the fear of the wasted years
Laughs between my toes
No woman will live with me
No Florence Nightingale to watch the
Johnny Carson show with
If I have a stroke I will lay here for six
Days, my three cats hungrily ripping the flesh
From my elbows, wrists, head
The radio playing classical music…
I promised myself never to write old man poems
But this one’s funny, you see, excusable, be-
Cause I’ve long gone past using myself and there’s
Still more left
Here at 3 a. m. I am going to take this sheet from
The typer
Pour another glass and
Make love to the fresh new whiteness
Maybe get lucky
First for
For you.
From “All’s Normal Here” – 1985

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Poem Here I Am - Charles Bukowski