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Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame

some dogs who sleep ay night
Must dream of bones
And I remember your bones
In flesh
And best
In that dark green dress
And those high-heeled bright
Black shoes,
You always cursed when you drank,
Your hair coimng down you
Wanted to explode out of
What was holding you:
Rotten memories of a
Rotten
Past, and
You finally got
Out
By dying,
Leaving me with the
Rotten
Present;
You’ve been dead
28 years
Yet I remember you
Better than any of
The rest;
You were the only one
Who understood
The futility of the
Arrangement of
Life;
All the others were only
Displeased with
Trivial segments,
Carped
Nonsensically about
Nonsense;
Jane, you were
Killed by
Knowing too much.
Here’s a drink
To your bones
That
This dog
Still
Dreams about.



Poem Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame - Charles Bukowski