"he knows us all"

by Charles Bukowski (what matters most is how you walk through the fire)

hell crawls though the window
without a sound
enters my room
takes off his hat
ans sits down on the couch across from me.
I laugh.
then my lamp drops off the table,
I catch its just before it hits the
floor, and in doing so,
I spill my
beer. "oh shit!" I say;
when I look up again
the son-of-a-bitch
is gone-
off looking for you,
my friend?