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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

No Charge

This babe in the grandstand
with dyed red hair
kept leaning her breasts against
me and talking about Gardena
poker parlors
but I blew smoke into
her face
and told her about a Van Gogh
exhibition
I’d seen up on the hill
and that night
when I took her home
she said
Big Red was the best horse
she’d ever seen—
until I stripped down. Though I
think on the Van Gogh thing
they charged
50 cents.

#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ItCatchesMyHeartInItsHands

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