Everyone who is too smart, one of my downfalls, makes this mistake
They call up old professors who were pot addled, women chasers, frauds
The sharing of pal-around kind of events brought back to life from the dark holes of the old days
They were on my committees, or I worked for them, something like that
I’d call them when I was drunk and particularly brilliant like it was the golden age of Ex-Graduate Students
I think it was 2:00 am and Doug answered like he was a dead man
He was still teaching at the University of Texas
Hello
Hey Doug, it’s me
Jesus Christ, do you know what time it is
He was agitated and about 50 or so years old, I hadn’t seen him in ten years
Yeah, I wanted to talk about that time you got on top of my girlfriend and squeezed her tits
I laughed
Fuck, you woke up my son, he has Down syndrome, he’s banging around in his room, yelling, I got to go
Don’t ever call me again
And then he hung up
Of course, that made me mad, and I called him back and when he answered I said, hey fuck you
I could hear his son crying and then his wife started yelling and I hung up
Did you literally attend grad school, Duke? I did and I get very bitter at 2am.
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That’s when you need to start calling. Just make sure you’re drunk or stoned. It feels right. But, many of my people deserved it. I never called the good ones. Condemnation didn’t make sense. Duke
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Either way, I couldn’t do it. I’d disappoint the good ones and please the bad ones if they found out what came of me.
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This is right in that Carver, Bukowski, Brautigan… Miller, wheelhouse. Love this kind of stuff. A book of poems like this would probably sell, imo.
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