Gritty

This poem was motivated by a comment from a friend when we were discussing the qualities of Charles Bukowski's poetry....... she said she didn't like his poetry, that "It was too gritty"

And as a lover of Bukowsi's work I wanted to hit back (lol) I do hope it makes you smile....

Gritty.

“I don’t like your poetry” She say’s

“Too Gritty!”

And fucks me with her tongue -

Golden flecks in her eyes

hypnotic.

She grips my buttocks with

crisscrossed ankles

tearing into my back with her

filthy nails - there’s blood.

She wrings my insides

pulls her dirty knees

up for depth and smiles.

She holds the back of my

neck tightly.

“your poetry - brat boy

is shit -

far too

Gritty!”

Scarlet shoe.

You run through

unseen lanes

of

my mind

trampled nettles

wild primroses

why

back so

soon?

I taste you

still from

before

on my lips

in my

throat

like

a cough.

Time’s blowing

through the

tree tops

as I search the

sky -

you in

some other

country

I’m

laying on

damp grass

observing

my loss

in winter’s

other

sky

so cold-

so empty

That aura of

youth

dancing in

auburn hair

now lies

a

single scarlet

stiletto

dismembered

in a

ditch.