Is it your face
that adorns the garden?

Is it your fragrance
that intoxicates this garden?

Is it your spirit
that has made this brook
a river of wine?



Hundreds have looked for you
and died searching
in this garden
where you hide behind the scenes.



But this pain is not for those
who come as lovers.

You are easy to find here.

You are in the breeze
and in this river of wine.

Goodnight, sweet little *******.
Your innocence is going, and you'll hate the world the instant you wake up,
And you'll scream and want ***** so you can throw it all up to feel the burn in your nose
and in your throat
and in your mind,
and you'll wake with a new grater light to shine through your ***** windows, you'll buy yourself a
nice
new
car
with a
nice
new
woman,
you'll ride down Main Street, making loud noises and cursing
at men in suits
and women with babies
and children that they drag along behind them,
and you'll treat yourself like a god and eat what you want
and **** who you want
and no one will be able to touch you
ever
again.

The ****** sits on the curb,
Her hands knotted together, white
at the knuckles and
Red on the light palms,
Blue of veins and purple under
A bruised fingernail,
Slammed in a car door a week before.
The heels of her shoes are caked in Earth,
Heavy,
But she feels light,
For her hair smells of cigarette smoke
And her breath of whiskey and songs
And she knows she can’t go home like this,
So she listens in the still, thin air for
The sound of a train whistle,
Something to take her away,
Something that won’t let her look back.

Looking at me with gorgeous eyes,
They sparkle as she stares,
She’s listening to me rant and talk,
She’s showing me that she cares.

I don’t know how she does it,
Or how she knows what to say,
She’s never really judged me,
It’s just always been that way.

She may be small,
But holds a lot of surprises,
She doesn’t look like much to you,
But magic has many disguises.

She’s sweet and cute,
And so beautiful beyond compare.
She’s perfect for cuddles and hugs,
And I love her nose, ears, and hair.

To be honest I love it all,
Though I might favor her freckles.
I’m proud to say this pixie-like beauty is mine,
The one and only Grace Sprinkles.

2:55
You told me you loved me after endless hours in your sheets with you in between my thighs
2:56
You dropped me off at my house, before you let me out of the car you grabbed my neck and kissed me-I was completely breathless
2:57
You drove out of my driveway, i walked into my house, giddy, never before had i been this alive
2:58
when i signed onto Facebook and seen what you had said about your girlfriend "I love her, She's my everything"
2:59
The giddiness and the alive feeling was long gone now, and the sorrow and pain was like dry swallowing a pill, my throat was tight, my eyes were filling up with tears.... I ran to take a shower hoping to get you off of me
Scrub.Scrub.Scrub nothing worked you were still here
3:00
I'm laying in bed, apologizing to my pillow for soaking it with my tears...
3:01
ding
Looking at my phone and seeing that it was a message from you
"hey love, i really enjoyed today ;) i love you"

*I love you too

Charles Bukowski ate my girlfriend
He started with her head
Fiddled with her like finger food
Putty in his hands

Charles Bukowski took my girlfriend
Slapped her hard upside the face
Now she likes it *****
So this poets been replaced

I'd like to say so long Charlie
As far as I'm concerned
You can hit the literary highway
Never to return

Charles Bukowski took my girlfriend
And showed her a good time
As I'm watching from the shallow end
Of my kiddie pool of simple rhyme

Charles Bukowski ate my girlfriend
Chewed her up then spit her out
Now that good for nothing Charlie
Is all she talks about