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Not a walk in the park

Old copies of playboy strewn    
they looked tired, time served  
I thought of a time when Miss Worlds "speak"  
" I just want world piece" fat chance    
the girlfriends anniversary flowers    
drooping like sex dives dull domesticity    
"just going out for a breath of fresh air Honey"  
she was sewing some leggings that had a split in the arse  
the tv played Mcdonalds yellow arches  
 I slammed the sticky front door  
everywhere I looked was outrageous BMI  
where did all the waist go    
the Hourglass Bar, full of waspish women    
Tinder fodder just click and collect  
ah at last the gates of the park, jammed open  
dilapidating,  flower borders and undergrowth  
festooned with beer cans and needles    
sown from urban decay, joggers elbowing the way  
yapping dogs, some children playing leap frog  
scraping the feaces from your shoes  
the whatever life that stick's like glue  

Post script from beyond
he gave us the sideways glance of irony
100 years the firefly's still entrance
fag ash, and a glass of Bourbon
pith that never was suburban
 my respect Charles Burowski
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 30th Aug 2020
Author's Note
Tribute to Charles Bukowski, realism and irony the tongue in cheek that speaks
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