Love. bukowski

Love, he said, gas

kiss me off

kiss my lips

kiss my hair

my fingers

my cock my balls

my eyes my brain

make me forget

He had a room on the 3rd floor,

rejected by a dozen women,

35 editors

and half a dozen hiring agencies.

Now I’m not saying he was any

good.

He turned on all the jets

without lighting them

and went to bed.

Some hours later, a guy on his

way to room 309

lit a cigar in the

hall.

And a sofa flew out the window.

One wall shivered down like wet sand.

A purple flame waved 40 feet high in the air.

The guy in bed

didn’t know or care,

but I’d have to say

he was pretty good

that day.