We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode

Bob Dylan: Visions of Johanna

people keep telling me
you know,
you ought to stop writing
racetrack poems,
you have no idea
how boring they are.

well, I was at the track
the other day
and I had to go in
and take a piss.
I unzipped and stood there
grabbing and groping
and tugging.
I tugged and I groped and
I grabbed
and the guy next to me
said:
"my god, you must really
have a lot of it..."
and I told him,
"nothing like that, sir,

I've got my shorts on
backwards."
I got it out
from underneath
and pissed half of it
down my leg.
then I went out
and caught a
six to one shot
who won
by four lengths.

this is just another
boring poem.


--Charles Bukowski
I Can't Stop