Charles Bukowski - Here I am... lyrics

Drunk again at 3 am at the
End of my 2nd bottle of wine
I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
Poesy 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 am i am going
To take this sheet from the typer
Pour another glass and insert
Make love to the fresh new whiteness

Maybe get lucky again

First for me
Later for you