Fate, I know you deliver what you can

Sitting here this morning, thumbing at random through Bukowski- reread the same poems I read yesterday.

“The girls in pantyhose wait,

they await the proper time and

moment, and then they will move

and then they will conquer”

He said.

He and I enfeebled by Lolita, fatigued by the indefatigable ideal that draws your eyes up a skirt and down a shirt

and even if you could have it

you’re just going to want a pizza later

Oh, Buddha, where are you now? The burning house smells of ripe cunts. And it burns and burns.

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