Buk-ku

one tooth missing
when she smiles --
another morning

***

naked and drunk
on a flop house bed --
happy for the bed

***

the feel of you
our bodies sloshing together
in a filthy room

***

filled with blood
and the screaming outside
my throbbing temples

***

watching from behind
her thin black heels
the slamming door

***

a furious screech
hanging in the smoke --
she always comes back

***

empty bottles
crashing to the floor --
a telephone ringing

***

not your fault?
whose fault?
my fault?

***

it's not death
that worries me
it's his wife

***

an urge to scream --
when God created me
he created me

***

alone at nightfall
hours and hours of love
casting shadows

***

the way cats walk
weaving between bottles
sniffing at stains

***

like men who'd kill
because they're crazy
and its the law

***

in a crowded bar
I'm drinking alone tonight
and feeling lucky