fourteen dollars and thirtytwo cents lyrics

hair in the soup.

blinkers don't work.

the usual insomnia.

pissed-off at traffic.

dead flowers.

dental appointment.

no auto insurance.

torn shorts.

roach in the radio.

sober neighbors.

lost space ship.

boil on the neck.

dead cat on the boulevard.

de Sade grinning in the dark.

more trouble in the government.

supermarket line:

standing in the torn shorts

with a boil on my neck.

getting an erection

from looking at the girl cashier.

“how you doing?” she asks.

“I need my teeth drilled,” I tell

her.

she doesn't answer.

she works the register

bags my groceries.

I pay her.

“have a nice day,” she tells

me.

I walk out

my erection goes down.

there's trouble in the government

I didn't run over the cat.

all those people in the market will eat

tonight.

I will but I won't sleep.

I go to my car.

the blinkers don't work

but it's only two p.m.

I'll use hand

signals.

does that girl cashier ever think of

sex?

hair in the soup.

dead flowers.

roach in the radio.

lost space ship.

no auto insurance.

I drive off as

de Sade grins in the

dark.

• Artist:Charles Bukowski