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Poem: A Masochistic Love Letter to a Reluctant Sadist

The whip licks at my back
Like the tongue of an angry lover
Leaving her blood red kisses
In luscious lines down my spine
Exquisite excitement entangled
With excruciating agony teasing
Further aggression in your anger
At my apathy lacking anguish

Poem: Dear Charles (Bukowski) Written on a Cocktail Napkin 5/18/21

I wish
I could’ve seen you
in your unwashed glory
five day old beard
of someone who couldn’t
careless
smelling
of indescribable liquor
sweats staining
a tee shirt
that was white once