let’s cut through it I’m just a man, nothing more and the way you did your eyes tonight is sexy the shape of your face reminds me of a girl I used to know someone who used me not her fault, I deserved it she was sexy too so is your face I can’t tellContinue reading “Just a Bukowski Tonight”
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Tom Waits growls and wails from the living room stereo I crack a fresh beer and join her on the bed a freshly-bought anthology of early Bukowski poems sits on the desk read me something, she says I read her poetry and drink beer as she listens with eyes closed her mouth held in aContinue reading “gods”
