.......Bukowski's bit of drug.......
.............∞
.......you've always been on my dreams: at
daylight, at sunset, at sunrise...at night.....you've been part of that drug I
re-met when I saw you, when I read you, when I felt you.......the gashing of
your words re-taught what I felt, what I wept, what I heard.....it was that
drug of life, drug for blood, drug for lust, drug of blood, drug for truth,
drug for life, drug for touch, drug for you, drug for bud, drug for heart, drug
for truth, drug for blood, bud of heart, lust for life.....that beat & beat
& beat, to bring that blood to my eye...I might have seen in red, but,
then, everything changed.......I saw you again, showing me again, I could see
in the tips of your fingers those drops of blood given back to my hands...and
the bud of my heart opened in red.....with that junkie cry for help: cry for
drug, drug for love, drug for life, drug for beat & beat & beat
again.......I could feel you again, my friend, as if you were standing right on
the tips of my hands...and I could feel I was sucking all the blood from that
neck.....neck of drug, drug of lust, lust for love, lust for drug, lust for
life.......and I was the junkie, then...
It's perfect! I love this!
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