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Buk-ku

by Jim Benz

one 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 © 2020 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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