tamburina:

she was always thinking of sex.
she carried it around with her
like something in a paper bag.
such energy.
she never forgot.

Charles Bukowski

when my time comes

i want you

to take off your clothes and feel everything.

i don’t much care

if you’re in the backseat of a cab

or in the elevator

or in the kitchen.

my last wish is for you to rub your face

on that black leather seat

and push your breast against

the elevator buttons.

i want you to sit bare

your back pressed against pine cabinets

and put brownie batter between your toes.

and for god’s sake don’t pump me full of chemicals

that i canvased on the streets keep out of my drinking water

and please don’t brush my hair or shut my eyes

don’t put me in a box or burn me.

when my time comes

dig a big hole where i can hang with the bugs

and make love to the dirt

and they can nibble on my eyelids.