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the best love poem I can write at the moment
by Charles Bukowski


listen, I told her
why don't you stick
your tongue up my ass

no, she said.

well, I said
if I stick my tongue
up your ass first
then will you stick
your tongue up my
ass?

all right, she said.

I got my head down
there and looked
around
opened a section
then my tongue
moved
forward

not there, she said
ahhahahaha
not there, that's
not the right place

you women have
more holes
than
swiss cheese
I don't want you
to do it
why?

well, then I'll
have to do it back
and then at the next
party
you'll tell people
I licked your ass
with my tongue

suppose I promise
not to tell?

you'll get drunk,
you'll
tell

o.k., I said
roll over and
I'll stick it in
the other
place

she rolled over and
I stuck my tongue
in that
other place

we were in love

we were in love
with except
what I said at
parties
and we were not
in love
with each others
ass holes

she wants me to
write a love
poem
but I think if people
can't love each others
ass holes
and farts
and shits
and terrible parts
just like they love
the good
parts
that ain't
complete love so,
as far as love goes
as far as we
have gone
this poem
will have
to do.