love is a dog from hell

feet of cheese

coffeepot soul

hands that hate poolsticks

eyes like paperclips

I prefer red wine

I am bored on airliners

I am docile during earthquakes

I am sleepy at funerals

I puke at parades

and am sacrificial at chess

and cunt and caring

I smell urine in churches

I can no longer read

I can no longer sleep

eyes like paperclips

my green eyes

I prefer white wine

my box of rubbers is getting

stale

I take them out

Trojan-Enz

lubricated

for greater sensitivity

I take them out

and put three of them on

the walls of my bedroom are blue

Linda where did you go?

Katherine where did you go?

(and Nina went to England)

I have toenail clippers

and Windex glass cleaner

green eyes

blue bedroom

bright machinegun sun

this whole thing is like a seal

caught on oily rocks

and circled by the Long Beach Marching Band

at 3:36 p.m.

there is a ticking behind me

but no clock

I feel something crawling along

the left side of my nose :

memories of airliners

my mother had false teeth

my father had false teeth

and every Saturday of their lives

they took all the rugs in their house

waxed the hardwood floors

and covered them with rugs again

and Nina is in England

and Irene is on ATD

and I take my green eyes

and lay down in my blue bedroom.

Bukowski, Charles. « love is a dog from hell », Love is a Dog From Hell, Poems 1974-1977, Harper Collins 1977, p. 230