Bukowski

No one appreciates women like

 Bukowski appreciates women

Whisky legs flow from darling high asses

Touch-me-not hair

Breasts beautiful,

 Eclipsing      Breathtaking moons

Some are kind, all are foolish

They want him, the poet

  Sad and tragic

 

They fuck him for poetry’s sake

To be fucked by poetry

They want to harness that ugly comet

  Own his light and blunt fire

 

No one depreciates women like 

 Bukowski  depreciates women

Long blonde legs, stumbling drunk

 Screaming love curses hatefully

 Long silk hair waving goodbye

Another cold woman putting her hand in fire

 To steal his flame

 

I’ve never hated myself enough to fuck Bukowski.