Charles Bukowski

Love

love, he said, gas
kiss me off
kiss my lips
kiss my hair
my fingers
my eyes my brain
make me forget
 
love, he said, gas
he had a room on the 3rd floor,
rejected by a dozen women
35 editors
and half a dozen hiring agencies,
now I’m not saying he was any
good
 
he turned on all the jets
without lighting them
and went to bed
 
some hours later a guy on his
way to room 309
lit a cigar in the
hall
 
and a sofa flew out the window
one wall shivered down like wet sand
a purple flame waved 40 feet high in the air
 
the guy in bed
didn’t know or care
but I’d have to say
he was pretty good
that day.
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