Bukowski (1)

I'm fucked up.
Right now I'm
fucked up. If
imitation is the
highest form of
flattery, then a
dead misogynist
is blushing.

But I don't
like his line
breaks.

street corner valhalla

This frat boy was leaning, trapping this girl he was with
against her car, pleading with her
not to drive home but she pleads back,
she's straight, dude.
She's straight.
Dude, she's straight.
He says he wants to keep her safe
but I know the real reason:
He's seasoned her Pabst with liberal roofies, and
just before she turns onto Trenton she's going to take a nose-dive into the steering wheel and
her car
and the curb
are going to make the sound shopping carts make.
And when he hears the ambulance on Wilma Rudolph he'll think to himself,
Damn. I could've gotten laid tonight.

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Have you ever been so relaxed that you

drop

your cigarette?

So convinced that you're sitting
in Valhalla
on a street corner
getting rained on