Mindful
Diamond Member
- Banned
- #1
“I was sentimental about many things:
a woman’s shoes under the bed;
one hairpin left behind on the dresser;
the way they said, 'I’m going to pee.'
hair ribbons;
walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon,
just two people walking together;
the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking;
the arguments;
thinking of suicide;
eating together and feeling good;
he jokes; the laughter out of nowhere;
feeling miracles in the air;
being in a parked car together;
comparing past loves at 3am;
being told you snore;
hearing her snore;
mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs;
sometimes death and sometimes divorce;
but always carrying on,
always seeing it through;
reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95;
racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails;
her dull friends; your dull friends;
your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting;
her pills,
your fucking on the side and her doing the same;
sleeping together”
― Charles Bukowski, Women.
a woman’s shoes under the bed;
one hairpin left behind on the dresser;
the way they said, 'I’m going to pee.'
hair ribbons;
walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon,
just two people walking together;
the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking;
the arguments;
thinking of suicide;
eating together and feeling good;
he jokes; the laughter out of nowhere;
feeling miracles in the air;
being in a parked car together;
comparing past loves at 3am;
being told you snore;
hearing her snore;
mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs;
sometimes death and sometimes divorce;
but always carrying on,
always seeing it through;
reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95;
racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails;
her dull friends; your dull friends;
your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting;
her pills,
your fucking on the side and her doing the same;
sleeping together”
― Charles Bukowski, Women.