Bukowski prowls around the room
like ancient moonlight…
Strange guttural sounds
quivering to everything she touches.
Eyes are slivers, green and dangerous,
tail wagging and high,
royalty in heat,
softness spilling like sunshine,
because she wants something she can't speak,
something that breath itself desires.
When biology fades,
she becomes one with the shadows.
Silent. Sharp.
An orphan gliding through her living room streets.
Untouchable. Semi-feral.
Still beautiful. Still Bukowski.
A heartbeat you can't hold.
Men and women echo her melody.
Smiles like tragedy and comedy masks.
Hands slick with the con game,
deadly coveting because the world craves and hungers.
The touch is a facade.
Desire slices the shape of everything with a pulse
and leaves only specters
where hearts should have been.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
Bukowski prowls around the room
like ancient moonlight…
Strange guttural sounds
quivering to everything she touches.
Eyes are slivers, green and dangerous,
tail wagging and high,
royalty in heat,
softness spilling like sunshine,
because she wants something she can't speak,
something that breath itself desires.
When biology fades,
she becomes one with the shadows.
Silent. Sharp.
An orphan gliding through her living room streets.
Untouchable. Semi-feral.
Still beautiful. Still Bukowski.
A heartbeat you can't hold.
Men and women echo her melody.
Smiles like tragedy and comedy masks.
Hands slick with the con game,
deadly coveting because the world craves and hungers.
The touch is a facade.
Desire slices the shape of everything with a pulse
and leaves only specters
where hearts should have been.
Thank you for stopping by. I just posted a new long-form video reading from Aluminum Cowboys, along with a few gritty vignettes I wrote recently.
You can watch it here:
https://youtu.be/QzS2hIl5HOU
If you’re interested, Aluminum Cowboys: Poems and Short Stories and my other recently published books are available on Amazon.
Thanks for reading, watching, and supporting the work.
— Thomas W. Case
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