The Great Lover Charles Bukowski

I mean, at that place in east Hollywood
I was so often with the hardest numbers
In town
I don't speak as a misogynist
I had other people ask me
"what the hell are you doing, anyhow?"

These were floozies, killers, blanks

They had bodies, hair, eyes, legs
Parts
But, say, take one of them, it was like
Sitting there with a shark dressed in a
Dress, high heels, smoking, drinking
Pilling

The nights went into days and the days
Went into nights
And we babbled on through, sometimes
Bedding down, badly

Through the drink, the uppers, the
Downers, I got myself to imagine
Things--say, that this one was the
Golden girl of the golden heart and
The golden way of laughter and love
And hope