Bukowski's Dirty Too
I feel all dirty on the inside now... i mean i did before, but like now its more real. Like the dirts really there, coating my organs and weighing me down. And i'm a pretty small person, so it doesnt take a lot of dirt to make me stumble and fall on my ass.
Most people who read the following poem will probly think its just dirty, trashy and not really poetry at all... but i beg to differ. Although it does talk about things like a woman's cunt, breasts, ass, his cock, and having sex, i really think theres more to it. I dont think he wrote this poem with the idea of something dirty. On the contrary, i think Bukowski's point was to take something so simple, controversial, and socially inacceptable (for poetry, anyway) and use his amazing writing style to turn it into a piece of work. I mean, the title "like a flower in the rain" is completely and totally misleading, and yet the metaphor fits perfectly with her being wet and open. And the part at the end talking in detail about what they ate shows how the actual act of them having sex wasnt really that big of a deal at all, and that its just something that happened... and although our society makes a HUGE deal out of sex, it really isnt that big of a thing. Anyways, this is just my analysis of the poem. But i like it. And now that you've heard my opinion... read it and form your own.
"Like A Flower In The Rain" by Bukowski
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
right hand
real short
and I began rubbing along her cunt
as she sat upright in bed
spreading lotion over her arms
face
and breasts
after bathing.
then she lit a cigarette:
"don't let this put you off,"
an smoked and continued to rub
the lotion on.
I continued to rub the cunt.
"You want an apple?" I asked.
"sure, she said, "you got one?"
but I got to her-
she began to twist
then she rolled on her side,
she was getting wet and open
like a flower in the rain.
then she rolled on her stomach
and her most beautiful ass
looked up at me
and I reached under and got the
cunt again.
she reached around and got my
cock, she rolled and twisted,
I mounted
my face falling into the mass
of red hair that overflowed
from her head
and my flattened cock entered
into the miracle.
later we joked about the lotion
and the cigarette and the apple.
then I went out and got some chicken
and shrimp and french fries and buns
and mashed potatoes and gravy and
cole slaw,and we ate.she told me
how good she felt and I told her
how good I felt and we
ate the chicken and the shrimp and the
french fries and the buns and the
mashed potatoes and the gravy and
the cole slaw too.
Most people who read the following poem will probly think its just dirty, trashy and not really poetry at all... but i beg to differ. Although it does talk about things like a woman's cunt, breasts, ass, his cock, and having sex, i really think theres more to it. I dont think he wrote this poem with the idea of something dirty. On the contrary, i think Bukowski's point was to take something so simple, controversial, and socially inacceptable (for poetry, anyway) and use his amazing writing style to turn it into a piece of work. I mean, the title "like a flower in the rain" is completely and totally misleading, and yet the metaphor fits perfectly with her being wet and open. And the part at the end talking in detail about what they ate shows how the actual act of them having sex wasnt really that big of a deal at all, and that its just something that happened... and although our society makes a HUGE deal out of sex, it really isnt that big of a thing. Anyways, this is just my analysis of the poem. But i like it. And now that you've heard my opinion... read it and form your own.
"Like A Flower In The Rain" by Bukowski
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
right hand
real short
and I began rubbing along her cunt
as she sat upright in bed
spreading lotion over her arms
face
and breasts
after bathing.
then she lit a cigarette:
"don't let this put you off,"
an smoked and continued to rub
the lotion on.
I continued to rub the cunt.
"You want an apple?" I asked.
"sure, she said, "you got one?"
but I got to her-
she began to twist
then she rolled on her side,
she was getting wet and open
like a flower in the rain.
then she rolled on her stomach
and her most beautiful ass
looked up at me
and I reached under and got the
cunt again.
she reached around and got my
cock, she rolled and twisted,
I mounted
my face falling into the mass
of red hair that overflowed
from her head
and my flattened cock entered
into the miracle.
later we joked about the lotion
and the cigarette and the apple.
then I went out and got some chicken
and shrimp and french fries and buns
and mashed potatoes and gravy and
cole slaw,and we ate.she told me
how good she felt and I told her
how good I felt and we
ate the chicken and the shrimp and the
french fries and the buns and the
mashed potatoes and the gravy and
the cole slaw too.