Bukowski no. 18

But I guess that was what life was

you collect blue jay feathers when you can

and the woman you love goes home at night to another man

and you end up knee deep in vodka nearly sleeping

next to a woman you do not love in a recliner and she says

I like to feel your arms around me

don’t let go darling

and you say

I won’t darling don’t worry

I won’t