uenostation54:

when the sun comes up in the morning
(I sleep on my belly so it’s always from my left)
I awaken to
that lovely golden light
and
I’m usually alone
and I sometimes (but not always) wonder why the most
beautiful woman in the world is not sleeping there next to
me?
I deserve her, I think, I deserve
her.

then I get up
go to the bathroom
splash water on my face

look into the
mirror

shudder a bit
in
disbelief

then

go sit down on
the ivory
stool

let it all
go

except for the
reality

which

no amount
of
efficient
modern
plumbing
can

whirl
away.

— Charles Bukowski

uenostation54:

What could this 
hairy mammal desire —
to be cast in bronze, 
or to have its heart cased in railings?

No. Only 
to sink 
his clanging 
bell 
into 
       womanly 
                     softness. 

- Mayakovsky