Chinaski Noir

hell, it's a dame, a looker, dressed to kill, she's rocking there on her high heels and long legs, one garter belt showing through her slitted dress. She said, lighting a cigarette, "remember me?"

"well, no," I said. "I've got a metal plate in my head and I drink too much vodka"

(exerpt from,'the dick' published in Betting on the Muse, Poems & Stories, C. Bukowski 1996)