Competition
we live by the harbor now
and at night
the ships often blow their foghorns
she's a light sleeper
she will leap up
sitting straight up in
bed...
"DAMN!"
"what is it? what is it?"
"I thought you farted!"
"not that time, dear..."
she is a good child; living with me
has disfunctioned her nerves.
actually I like to save up my farts for
the bathtub,
those grey bubbles waft up a magic stench
farting is much like fucking:
you can't do it all the time but when you do
there oftentimes comes a feeling of proudness
as if your artistry in the act
were a rare
and precious thing
I fart more than I fuck
and I fart better than I fuck
and I am pleased to be mistaken
for a foghorn
in the middle of the night.
Charles Bukowski released Competition (Live) on Mon Jan 01 1979.