moaning and groaning, by Charles Bukowski | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

moaning and groaning

she writes: you’ll

be moaning and groaning

in your poems

about how I fucked

those 2 guys last week.

I know you.

she writes on to

say that my vibe

machine was right—

she had just fucked

a third guy

but she knows I don’t

want to hear who, why

or how. she closes her

letter, “Love.”

rats and roaches

have triumphed again.

here it comes running

with a slug in its

mouth, it’s singing

old love songs.

close the windows

moan

close the doors

groan.

#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell

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