Is It Poetry

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Charles Bukowski's Slut


I loved following Bukowski around as a child
always birdwatching
and before bitching was a fad.
The bars they did not mind back then, I knew
brown bottles made you mad and madder was
the red headed Rose he called his slut.
She liked his stubby callused, she would curse
his fingers always pushing up her skirt.
When she racked the pool balls on the table
and bent over,
She would get his long straight stick for him.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Edited: Saturday, April 06, 2013

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  • Tuhin Gupta (6/16/2010 8:55:00 PM)

    Ha ha! Sweet. Have you read G.G. Belli's poetry? He's was an Italian poet, think you'd like him. (Report) Reply

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