the last gentleman

I went to the worst of bars
hoping to get
killed.
but all I could do was to
get drunk
again.
worse, the bar patrons even
ended up
liking me.
there I was trying to get
pushed over the dark
edge
and I ended up with
free drinks
while somewhere else
some poor
son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital
bed,
tubes sticking out  all over
him
as he fought like hell
to live.
nobody would help me
die as
the drinks kept
coming,
as the next day
waited for me
with its steel clamps,
its stinking
anonymity,
its incogitant
attitude.
death doesn't always
come running
when you call
it,
not even if you
call it
from a shining
castle
or from an ocean liner
or from the best bar
on earth (or the
worst).
such impertinence
only makes the gods
hesitate and
delay.
ask me: I'm
72.
- Charles  Bukowski


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3 Responses to “the last gentleman”

  1. alan Says:

    Please take this crap off this site,not funny he was sick,and this isnt respectful.at all.

    • J Says:

      I apologize, that this hurt you. I see now in hindsight how the title of the poem may not be appropiate for everyone. Charles Bukowski was one of his favorite, favorite writers and this poem was one of his favorites among favorites. The title of the poem is coincidence. The videos give a short glimpse into the brilliant poet and musician he was. And a moment with him where he tended to be most happy, on the river. Over the years he’s been mentioned often on this blog for his wit, great cooking and as one of the most amazing men I’ve ever known. Not a day has passed, yet, that I do not cry for the loss of my best friend, and one of the kindest, most beautiful and wonderful souls I have ever had the privilege to know.

  2. alan Says:

    Well maybe i took it wrong but i want people to remember the good and not the title that was given ,i appreciate you changing that,i too am having to deal with his loss,and when i see certain stuff,it makes me react,i know u meant no harm now,but u can see why i try to protect his,honor…i remember us fishing together and it sux i cant do that anymore.

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