rip-tide

this one lives above the ocean
and looks like a movie
starlet
yet I have no sexual desire for
her.
she has a piano and some drums
and when I get high
I like to play her piano and
drums and scream out whatever
words come to my head.

she keeps having different men
and she tells me about them:
“I’m going with Little John now.
has has this short fat dick!”

she picks her men up on the
boardwalk in Venice.
she’s well-read and has a
perfectly-shaped body;
long blonde hair falls
across her back and down
to her wondrous behind
and sometimes I kiss her.
we have long marathon kisses,
mostly in the kitchen.

then I play the piano and
leave.
it’s not only all the men.
it’s that laugh.
when she begins to laugh
you hear her insides.

poor Little John’s short
fat dick won’t save
him.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1975
Source
Original manuscript
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