Anymore

I need to read more Bukowski

More of him other poets and writers with his sentimentality and ramblings

Raving mad at the world

Because all this

    Government Political

           Dribble of idealism

 Need to stop

          It is doing me in

               I cannot take all of whys and whats

I just want a good woman in my bed

    We will make love each night before bed

Wake to her smile and he eyes that I stare into every night and every day

A smile draws across her face

For food in the kitchen is already made and fills our bellies a little too well

Something thing that would make me love like a boy once more

  As long as she is on my right

                              Or left

I don’t care which it is

As long as we meet sometime soon

                       In a bar

                          In a bookstore

                             Or starring me in the eye

Watching the very thing

          That I have lived without

                  For far too long and I won’t

Anymore.