trapped.

trapped

trapped
By Charles Bukowski

don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.

she’s long ago
forgotten me.
she’s trying on a new
hat
and looks more the
coquette
than ever.

she is a
child
and a mannequin
and death.

I can’t hate
that.

she didn’t do
anything
unusual.

I only wanted her
to.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s