This Then
Read 'This Then' by 'Charles Bukowski' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
it's the same as before
or the other time
or the time before that.
here's a cock
and here's a cunt
and here's trouble.
only each time
you think
well now I've learned:
I'll let her do that
and I'll do this,
I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some sex
and only a minor
love.
now I'm waiting again
and the years run thin.
I have my radio
and the kitchen walls
are yellow.
I keep dumping bottles
and listening
for footsteps.
I hope that death contains
less than this.
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