Trying hard to stay awake
Over time without a break
I'll catch the night bus home
You wont have to sleep alone
I'll wear this crisp white shirt for you
I'll work this dead end job for you
My guitar is out in the shed
But I will stumble into bed
Time breaks these hands
Two kids, one minivan
I bought that diamond ring for you
I'd buy anything for you
From the dark side of the street
I hung around to watch him leave
I watched him kiss your neck
So soft and violent
But I wont say a word to you
I would lose my pride for you
I'd lose everything for you
you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ Her, print her, she’s mad but she’s magic, there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen. - Charles Bukowski, from An Almost Made Up Poem
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Dead End Job-Jeremy Messersmith
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