“Now” by Charles Bukowski
I had boils the size of tomatoes
all over me
they stuck a drill into me
down at the county hospital
just as the sun went down
there was a man in a nearby ward
he'd start hollering for his friend Joe.
Joe! He'd hollar, OH JOE! JOE! J O E !!
COME GET ME, JOE!
Joe never came by.
I've never heard such mournful
Joe was probably working off
a piece of ass or
attempting to solve a crossword puzzle.
I've always said
If you want to find out who your friends are
go to a madhouse or
And if you want to find out where love is not
be a perpetual
I was very lucky with my boils
being drilled and tortured
against the backdrop of the Sierra Madre Mountains
while that sun went down;
when that sun went down I knew what I would do
when I finally got that drill in my hands
like I have it