Poem Hunter
Are You Drinking?
(22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

Are You Drinking?

Poem By Charles Bukowski

The black-haired girls are graceful, like gazelles,
Their haughty stares would strike a ‘lao wai' blind,
As they cruise on through streets, where rubbish spills,
Ignoring all, the poverty, the slime.

In knee high boots and skirts that lift the thigh,
In leathers, black, and frills and pretty lace,
They swing their hips so slowly, to invite
The dreams of men, who marvel at each face.

The teeth so white and straight, the lips that curl
In condescending fashion at each gaze,
The one brow arched, as if to look on down
From some great height they fashion from each frown.

If Gods and Godesses have ever walked
This petty planet's poor and pitted earth,
Those Gods have gone, the Godesses remain,
To haunt old men, who worship at their shrine.

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Comments (7)

Wonderful imagery! Well done!
Unbelievable but grey is the new fashion colour sweeping the world, for both men and women, waiting for the first good poem on grey not black :) Nice poem Mark, leaves me to worship all the other hair colours and black, a gentleman cannot slight crown hair adorned ladies, all women are always their parents beloved babies, may all women enjoy adoration moments of cat walk, when in beauty they walk the walk and talk the talk.
I'm partial to black hair myself Congrats on poem of the day.
My cousin became one of those black-haired girls. She used to be a blonde but she dyed.
Well articulated piece of poetry beautifully penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.