Bukowski, and Me., A forage into Free Verse Options

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Charlie was fat and coarse.
He didn’t appreciate women
He never had a woman throw her head back
or stretch out her limbs
then scream in ecstasy.
His kisses tasted of dead tobacco ash.
He drank red wine until he vomited.
Then he drank some more.

Yesterday an Italian woman
looked at me with hot eyes.

“Tomasino” she said,
“You are beautiful.
Give me Hugz”

I will give her hugz
and we will fly to Antigua

We will run on white sand
We will find that place where the sea
washes a path for whispering clamshells
and she will raise her neck to be caressed.
Her mouth will taste of wild strawberries.

I know this.
My eyes and heart have told me it is so.
When her lips are warm and moist
I will whisper in her ear

"Cara Mia

To rhyme is sublime"

Bukowski could not do this.
He is dead.
He drank until his liver sighed
and left to find a better life.

Stupido


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very well written and i enjoyed this very much.

[Guest_codger_*]

Yes indeed the message was clear. Nicely done.

Were you on TC by any chance?



Gerry.