"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." C. Bukowski
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
i lie
naked
on my bed
shoulders up
back slide shaped
falls to my low low waist
i think
of looking at you
lying
this way
before we slept together
in the attic
of the psychologist's house
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