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Buk-ku
by Jim Benzone tooth missing
when she smiles --
another morning
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naked and drunk
on a flop house bed --
happy for the bed
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the feel of you
our bodies sloshing together
in a filthy room
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filled with blood
and the screaming outside
my throbbing temples
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watching from behind
her thin black heels
the slamming door
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a furious screech
hanging in the smoke --
she always comes back
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empty bottles
crashing to the floor --
a telephone ringing
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not your fault?
whose fault?
my fault?
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it's not death
that worries me
it's his wife
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an urge to scream --
when God created me
he created me
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alone at nightfall
hours and hours of love
casting shadows
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the way cats walk
weaving between bottles
sniffing at stains
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like men who'd kill
because they're crazy
and its the law
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in a crowded bar
I'm drinking alone tonight
and feeling lucky 01/27/2010 Posted on 01/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/28/10 at 01:45 AM I assume you are talking Bukowski here?! Especially liked the "not your fault?...." one and the "urge to scream.... one. Great stuff. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/28/10 at 01:55 PM Life as it exists for more people than we know. And yet sometimes it occurs quietly and the hell is just as bad if not worse. Good write Jim. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/27/10 at 05:46 PM My favorite one (being a cat person): ?the way cats walk / weaving between bottles / sniffing at stains." Interesting possible title of a poem: "Being a Cat Person." But my second fav is: "it's not death / that worries me / it's his wife" although I like all of them. The latter DOES" get my imagination going. I really like your Buk-ku" - very very creative title, mon amis. |
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