April 20th poem

a good place

on any given day whether you are

feeling good or standard or bad

you can sit in this place

among the docks

and pick yourself out a spider

crab for $1.20 a pound

fresh and live

they will cook it for you

and you take a wooden hammer and a piece

of newspaper

to a slivered wooden table

and watch

the commercial fish boats

docked there

while you crack your spider crab

and eat it

in the sun

and suck at your beer

while the people around you are easy

and normal and tired.


hammer that

spider crab

while the sun shines through the


Charles Bukowski

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