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My Groupie

My Groupie

I read last Saturday in the
Redwoods outside of Santa Cruz
And I was about 3/4’s finished
When I heard a long high scream
And a quite attractive
Young girl came running toward me
Long gown & divine eyes of fire
And she leaped up on the stage
And screamed: “I WANT YOU!
I WANT YOU! TAKE ME! TAKE
ME!”
I told her, “look, get the hell
Away from me.”
But she kept tearing at my
Clothing and throwing herself
At me.
“where were you,” I
Asked her, “when I was living
On one candy bar a day and
Sending short stories to the
Atlantic Monthly?”
She grabbed my balls and almost
Twisted them off. her kisses
Tasted like shitsoup.
2 women jumped up on the stage
And
Carried her off into the
Woods.
I could still hear her screams
As I began the next poem.
Mabye, I thought, I should have
Taken her on stage in front
Of all those eyes.
But one can never be sure
Whether it’s good poetry or
Bad acid.



Poem My Groupie - Charles Bukowski