Modern Romance

She drinks and reads Bukowski.
Rinse and repeat
looking for a filthy poet
looking for a man with balls
to see you
for who you are
and love you anyway

she drinks more

once she had a dream
then she had it again
and again
she was twelve or thirteen
her bedroom was bared
the nazis were ready to bake her
then
there he was
setting her free
she was free from the moment she saw him
they never got away
they always got caught at the train station
because there was no where else to go
no one else who would help

such is life

she drinks more
till the words blur
she's a Bukowski dream
sprawling across the city
killing the country

are you a poem or a poet
are you a poem or a poet
her brain asks itself
so many times
her lips begin to move
till she's screaming it

the couple next door save her
banging on their shared wall
they have a baby