Oct 10, 2010 23:20
she arrived in a taxi
completely intoxicated.
it was
after one of my long days as
a May Co. stock boy
and I sat there
exhausted and
sucking at
my beer and
looking at her
in her rumpled state
spread across the bed
skirt hiked high.
I sucked at my drink
then walked over
to the bed and lifted
her skirt higher:
such a sight
those glorious legs
uncovered and helpless.
she was a great woman with
great legs.
we had such tremendous fun
and much agony together
for some years
but she found
life too hard;
she died
34 years ago and
I haven't seen
legs like that
since
and I have
never stopped
looking.
charles bukowski,
[ate the birds]