girl in shorts, biting your nails, revolving your ass,
the boys are looking at you—
you hold more, it seems,
than Gauguin or Brahma or Balzac,
more, at least, than the skulls that swim at our feet,
your swagger breaks the Eiffel tower.
the boys are looking at you—
you hold more, it seems,
than Gauguin or Brahma or Balzac,
more, at least, than the skulls that swim at our feet,
your swagger breaks the Eiffel tower.
Charles Bukowski
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