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Poet: Charles Bukowski
Poem: Jane Icin (For Jane - In Turkish)
Comment 2 of 2, added on March 23rd, 2006 at 6:55 PM.
you should know more than i do after 225 days spent under the grass
it's been a whole lot of time since i sucked up all your blood, you now are a dry stick in a basket
is that how these things work?
there still are the shadows of love hours in this room
at nights i kneel down in front of tigers that won't let me be
it won't happen again, you being you
tigers found me, but i do not even care anymore.
delain from Turkey
Comment 1 of 2, added on September 9th, 2005 at 6:53 PM.
jean genet. i wont forget, don't you worry. the four kitties. I wont forget them either, my love. I wont. i remember I wrote them first on my thigh. that's when there wasn't as much friction. Softie. Limoncu. Genet. Mummish; I hope your mouth doesn't hurt when it inflates. then came along Beybis. then Bonnie. It's spelled Bonie. but I never said anything. I wanted to escape to mexico. it was too much to bear. I had to come to you. I was willing. I was willing to enter into the realm of pastels and water colors. willing to die for it all. let it consume me, I don;t care. yesterday was the age of you. all man was secondary. I wont forget their names, don;t you worry. I tried contacting Berlitz but they wouldn't tell me anything. I tried calling and it didn't work. I thought maybe you'd update the website as a sign. nothing. it's ok. My e-mail address is sabadilla_rain-and_a_gaberlunzie@yahoo.com. just let me know that you're safe. ok? no strings attatched. just let me know you're doing well in mexico. thank you. I'll learn Turkish on my own.
Sandra
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you should know more than i do after 225 days spent under the grass
it's been a whole lot of time since i sucked up all your blood, you now are a dry stick in a basket
is that how these things work?
there still are the shadows of love hours in this room
at nights i kneel down in front of tigers that won't let me be
it won't happen again, you being you
tigers found me, but i do not even care anymore.
delain from Turkey