Here you will find the Poem New Mexico of poet Charles Bukowski
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I was reading a week or two after Kandel and I did not look quite as pretty but I brought it off and we ended up at the Webbs, 6, 8, 10 of us, and I drank scotch, wine, beer, tequila and noticed a nice one sitting next to me - one tooth missing when she smiled, lovely, and I put my arm around her and began loading her with bullshit. when I awakened at 10 a.m. the next morning I was in a strange house in bed with this woman. she was asleep but looked familiar.