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Charles Bukowski - Prayer In Bad Weather
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by God, I don`t know what to
do.
they`re so nice to have around.
they have a way of playing with
the balls
and looking at the cock very
seriously
turning it
tweaking it
examining each part
as their long hair falls on
your belly.
it`s not the fucking and sucking
alone that reaches into a man
and softens him, it`s the extras,
it`s all the extras.
now it`s raining tonight
and there`s nobody
they are elsewhere
examining things
in new bedrooms
in new moods
or maybe in old
bedrooms.
anyhow, it`s raining tonight,
on hell of a dashing, pouring
rain….
very little to do.
I`ve read the newspaper
paid the gas bill
the electric co.
the phone bill.
it keeps raining.
they soften a man
and then let him swim
in his own juice.
I need an old-fashioned whore
at the door tonight
closing her green umbrella,
drops her green umbrella,
drops of moonlit rain on her
purse, saying "shit, man,
can`t you get better music 
than that on your radio?
and turn up the heat…"
it`s always when a man`s swollen
with love and everything
else
that keeps raining
splattering
flooding
rain
good for the trees and the
grass and the air…
good for things that
live alone.
I would give anything
for a female`s hand on me
tonight.
they soften a man and
then leave him
listening to the rain.
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