The Electric *

(Apologies to Charles “Hank” Bukowski)

Dear Hank,

They haven’t bothered to clean out the gutters on our street
in a week
the old deli around the corner
with the rancid smelling finger sandwiches
closed down
its doors boarded up like some crime scene

My ex showed up the other day
looking for sympathy and a cheap high
but all she did was cough bullshit

Nearly impossible through veiled tears
regret ties up the loose ends
a bit too neatly

A gun would be easier
and less messy

The most potent weapon
lies not in a woman’s tears
but what’s between her thighs.

Bemused,

Robert

-RD

*Originally written June 22, 2014, for my older Blogger site of personal poetry, The Grindhouse Bastard. First published here.