LEGS | CHARLES BUKOWSKI

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]

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