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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

a killer
consistency is terrific:
shark-mouth
grubby interior with an
almost perfect body,
long blazing hair—
it confuses me
and others
 
she runs from man to man
offering endearments
 
she speaks of love
 
then breaks each man
to her will
 
shark-mouthed
grubby interior
 
we see it too late:
after the cock gets swallowed
the heart follows
 
her long blazing hair,
her almost perfect body
walks down the street
as the same sun
falls upon flowers.

#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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