Dear Editor by Charles Bukowski
remember when you
bought me that
big rebuilt standard
typewriter
when I was living on air
and beer
over at that place
on DeLongpre?and I tried it
out
and phoned you that
night
drunk
complaining that it
jumped an extra space
when I hit an “e” or
a “u”?well, I’ve just
ordered a $700
IBM electric
with my gold
American Express
card.it has an automatic
error-eraser
among its many other
features.I’m going to hell
so fast
you’d never believe
it.I might have to
forget expensive German wine
and go back to beer
in order to find
myself
again.meanwhile, I
await
delivery.