the girls and the birds, por Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

the girls and the birds

the girls were young

and worked the

streets

but often couldn’t

score, they

ended up

in my hotel

room

or 4 of

them

sucking at the

wine,

hair in face,

runs in

stockings,

cursing, telling

stories...

somehow

those were

peaceful

nights

but really

they reminded me

of long

ago

when I was a

boy

watching my grandmother’s

canaries make

droppings

into their

seed

and into their

water

and the

canaries were

beautiful

and

chattered

but

never

sang.

#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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