Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Am
In my British private school uniform at five years old
I have a scratch on my nose that’s been covered with makeup
I have feathered eyebrows and perfectly even bangs
I have a smile that shows no teeth but reveals already
I have a history of deviance.
In the private Kingdom of Heaven there is a big party
And Bukowski is there with his red cheeks and bottles of wine
And I meet him and go to bed with him
And he writes poems about doing me
And then I go to hell. ¶ 2/07/2006 05:07:00 PM
In my British private school uniform at five years old
I have a scratch on my nose that’s been covered with makeup
I have feathered eyebrows and perfectly even bangs
I have a smile that shows no teeth but reveals already
I have a history of deviance.
In the private Kingdom of Heaven there is a big party
And Bukowski is there with his red cheeks and bottles of wine
And I meet him and go to bed with him
And he writes poems about doing me
And then I go to hell. ¶ 2/07/2006 05:07:00 PM
