He said he never heard you laugh
the way you laughed
with me
we got it up to 8 and ¼ inches
in the bathroom
you sucked on it
until it grew enough to get the tape on it
and measure it
but
from where?
“the base?
the
balls?”
we could hear the old man out there
on the other side of the door,
“Guys? Hello? Hello? Guys?”
the day was getting on
and I was getting annoyed
with life
the way I can get annoyed
with life
we rolled around on the daybed
drinking the old man’s German beer
must’ve looked like
a thousand Hemingways
rolling around on the daybed
laughing
we finally said goodbye
the sun hadn’t set
yet
the old man was drunk&unintelligible
and you got in the van
and drove away.
I miss you.
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Going for the Throat 
Bukowksi was a fascinating, disgusting sort of poet. The only poems of his that bored me were the ones about horse racing or was it car playing? I can’t remember cause those ones were boring, the rest were really good.
Hi Laura. Thanks for reading! I hear you about Papa. What made you think of Bukowski, I wonder? Thanks again.
I meant card playing-ooops.
your joking right? it says bukowski above the title, your tag. you mean you write this? i really thought he did! swell job!
Thank you! I’ve compiled a list of posts about Bukowski for you-poems and essays. I hope you enjoy them. Obviously the man has left a profound impression on me-as a writer and a human being. Unrelated-what do you think of my most recent blog post? And lastly, do you have a blog?
Thanks again. Means allot to me.
Jim
https://jimtrainer.wordpress.com/2011/07/14/og-wp/
https://jimtrainer.wordpress.com/2011/08/16/just-like-papa/
https://jimtrainer.wordpress.com/2012/08/17/kingdom-found/
https://jimtrainer.wordpress.com/2013/05/03/my-beautiful-day-by-jim-trainer/
https://jimtrainer.wordpress.com/2013/08/16/papa/
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