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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

tonight

“your poems about the girls will still be around
50 years from now when the girls are gone,”
my editor phones me.
 
dear editor:
the girls appear to be gone
already.
 
I know what you mean
 
but give me one truly alive woman
tonight
walking across the floor toward me
 
and you can have all the poems
 
the good ones
the bad ones
or any that I might write
after this one.
 
I know what you mean.
 
do you know what I mean?

#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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