1 min read
Слушать(AI)Sway With Me
sway with me, everything sad —madmen in stone houseswithout doors,lepers steaming love and songfrogs trying to figurethe sky;sway with me, sad things —fingers split on a forgeold age like breakfast shellused books, used peopleused flowers, used loveI need youI need youI need you:it has run awaylike a horse or a dog,dead or lostor unforgiving.
Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writ
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
The Shower
we like to shower afterwards(I like the water hotter than she)and her face is always soft and peacefuland she'll wash me firstspread the soap over my ballslift the ballssqueeze them,then wash the cock:hey, this thing is still hard "...
Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window
Sunday, I am eating agrapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthodox to is darkof Eastern descent,large brown eyes look up from the Biblethen down a small red and Bible, and as she readsher legs keep moving, moving,she is doing a...
Poetry Readings
poetry readings have to be some of the saddestdamned things ever,the gathering of the clansmen and clanladies,week after week, month after month, yearafter year,getting old together,reading on to tiny gatherings,still hoping their genius will bedi...
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At nightmust dream of bonesand I remember your bonesin fleshand bestin that dark green dressand those high-heeled brightblack shoes,you always cursed when you drank,your hair coming down youwanted to explode out of what was hol...
