hey captain... i know that bukowski has written poems for his wives... at least for one of them... and i've been searching out of curiosity... but i can't find anything... and it's too late... and i'm tired... and i'm badly in need of my pillow... so please accept what follows instead... wife, mistress, lover, friend, whore... there is a fine line!


To The Whore Who Took My Poems

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much

Charles Bukowski


now that u're intrigued... for more of buk go here and here... and while u're at it read 'putting it to bed'

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