sex and/or love

in my dreams
I can hit a home run almost
every time up
if I want
to.
I could bat
.980

but soon they’d
just walk me
every time
I got to the
plate.

so,
that’s what
I tell my
women:
I’ve got to
strike out
now and then
just to make it
interesting…

don’t over-do
it, they
say.

I’ve got to keep
a low profile,
I tell them,
or I’ll get eaten
up.

that’s when the
screaming starts

you know, the way
they talk you’d
think I wasn’t
trying
at
all.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1983
Source
Original manuscript