Lovely A sent this to me today. It makes me happy.
Poem: "Girlfriends," by Charles Bukowski from Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line the Way. © Ecco.
Girlfriends
the women of the past keep
phoning.
there was another yesterday
arrived from out of
state.
she wanted to see
me.
I told her
"no."
I don't want to see
them,
I won't see them.
it would be
awkward
gruesome and
useless.
I know some people who can
watch the same movie
more than
once.
not me.
once I know the
plot
once I know the
ending
whether it's happy or
unhappy or
just plain
dumb,
then
for me
that movie is
finished
forever
and that's why
I refuse
to let
any of my
old movies play
over and over again
for
years.
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3 comments:
it's amazing; i actually re-read this at a bookstore this past weekend. we must be on the same wavelength, yo.
Something like that. I am impressed by the piece- I haven't ever been a poetry kinda person. But that seems to be changing lately. I think I'll check out some more of his stuff.
then you'll see how much i steal from him. stylistically, i mean.
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