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Todd’s
Semantics
"Did you sleep with her?" --she demanded. "No." Walking away, thinking, "Sleep-- is what I do with you." ~~~Riding Giants
Each new love affair is like standing in front of a 50-foot wave-- it looked doable from shore. ~~~The Girls That Get Me
It's always the girls with glasses that get me. Especially when they are filled with Wild Turkey, Corona and Seven & Sevens. ~~~Julie’s:
Scars
You promised you would kiss every one of them if you could find them. I would scar them into me all over again if I believed you. ~~~Bukowski Writes My Best Poem
I thought it honorary to introduce the one true poet who taught me simplicity and gems of truth. So after reading 2 of my poems, I chose the one of his about the fat lady on the curb and I read it brilliantly. The audience ate it up. Afterwards, the people came up to me, loved my poem about green jello and the fat lady on the curb-- …you bastard, even in your absence I can't for the life of me live up to you. ~~~Cold Plunge
He proposed to me in a steam bath on my 30th birthday, but he didn't say the words. I pointed that out, and then he jumped into the cold plunge. But I couldn't do it, only up to my calves. In the hot tub I kept looking at the ring, as if it was some new, shiny scar I will always have with me no matter what-- fascinating and appalling at the same time. ~~~
Matt’s:
Car Troubles
Every night it was her, that drove me to the liquor store. We didn't even own a car. ~~~Lighthouse
When her date goes to the bar to refill drinks, she turns to me and smiles. Her blue eyes shine across the room, the way the lighthouse signals a ship that the coast is clear. ~~~Testing the Lipstick
She was flirting with the guy across the room. He was playing it real cool waiting for her to approach him. Before she made her move she asked if her lipstick was okay. I said, "let me check," and planted a long kiss on her lips. I withdrew, told her her lipstick was fine and turned to order. When she caught her breath the guy was a memory and I had already ordered drinks for two. ~~~
Will Staple
Laura
She claims to be older than she looks and says she grew up in the age of good psychedelics and free sex, naked bodies sliding in the mud. If the first kiss made you melt and you knew you were going to do it anyway, why wait? ~~~In the Heat of the Moment
Forget about the button popped off onto the floor, you have a sock to get off with no time to spare. ~~~Andernach
Out the window of the northbound a woman sitting on the train station platform knees wide, short shorts, black purse ‘tween naked thighs rapt in a book— In the birthplace of Bukowski I hoped that afternoon she might sit rapt one day reading one of mine. ~~~
Amber Decker
At 7PM
You board a plane to Las Vegas bound for a supporting role in a wedding you do not believe has anything to do with love Earlier, we’d made love on an old mattress on the floor of your best friend’s apartment, the hard shell of your suitcase banging into my knee, your mouth wet with the harsh scrape of my name. There was little romance in it, only the frenzied unleashing of the not-knowing, the possibility of unhappy endings, cutthroat desire. I do not love you. Or, rather, I love you as I would love a deck of cards while waiting for a train or a bus. Our goodbyes fly across a crowded room like small white birds. At the ticket counter, you kiss me with lips smooth as Cary Grant. In the car, the radio plays songs to name every sort of love that does not bloom in my heart for you, and the long white lines of the road, like dark-haired college boys with bodies pale as ghosts, take me home to bed. ~~~
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