Charles Bukowski

it’s the way you play the game

call it love
stand it up in the failing
light
put it in a dress
pray sing beg cry laugh
turn off the lights
turn on the radio
add trimmings:
butter, raw eggs, yesterday’s
newspaper;
one new shoelace, then add
paprika, sugar, salt, pepper,
phone your drunken aunt in
Calexico;
call it love, you
skewer it good, add
cabbage and applesauce,
then heat it from the
left side,
then heat it from the right
side,
put it in a box
give it away
leave it on a doorstep
vomiting as you go
into the
hydrangea.
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