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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

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I read last Saturday in the
redwoods outside of Santa Cruz
and I was about 3/4's finished
when I heard a long high scream
and a quite attractive
young girl came running toward me
long gown & divine eyes of fire
and she leaped up on the stage
and screamed: “I WANT YOU!
I WANT YOU! TAKE  ME! TAKE
ME!”
I told her, “look, get the hell
away from me.”
but she kept tearing at my
clothing and throwing herself
at me.
“where were you,” I
asked her, “when I was living
on one candy bar a day and
sending short stories to the
Atlantic Monthly?”
she grabbed my balls and almost
twisted them off. her kisses
tasted like shitsoup.
2 women jumped up on the stage
and
carried her off into the
woods.
I could still hear her screams
as I began the next poem.
mabye, I thought, I should have
taken her on stage in front
of all those eyes.
but one can never be sure
whether it’s good poetry or
bad acid.

#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell

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