Passage #13: 16 September 2009

We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

it would RAIN for 7 days and 7
and in Los Angeles the storm drains
weren't built to carry off that much
and the rain came down THICK and
MEAN and
and you HEARD it banging against
the roofs and into the ground
waterfalls of it came down
from roofs
and there was HAIL
exploding smashing into things
and the rain
just wouldn't
and all the roofs leaked-
cooking pots
were placed all about;
they dripped loudly
and had to be emptied
again and

-Charles Bukowski

There are tunnels everywhere in this city. There are tunnels beneath your feet.

They carry away the rain and the motor oil. They carry away the wastes of those with nowhere else to go. They carry away candy wrappers and cigarette butts and chewing gum chiseled from the sidewalk. They carry away the dust of twelve and one half million abandoned dreams. Everything that lands in the gutter, all mixed together, washed out to sea.

We will folllow these tunnels from above as we make our way to Bukowski's birthplace and back.

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