A Farewell Poem To Linda King

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A farewell Poem To Linda King (Linda King's unpublished book, 1972)

she drives away in her car
in her precious car
she drives
away

her car is so precious
and her cunt is so
precious

Oh, I am once again asked
to carry the pain of her
going somewhere else
to somebody
else.

I think that I will miss her car
more than I will miss her
I've gotten used to that blood red
bitten by dust
and that left front
bare, plus
smashed hood.

maybe if men could love or
fuck cars
it would solve the thing
but too many men do that
don't they?

I only want to love a woman
but she won't
arrive

She will never arrive.

maybe next year's model will be it
with corrections

I think that the years will run out
with never the good love or the good way, this
is to be expected, let us gird up
valiantly
to shit like to piss like
the shit of perfection
upon angels sucking asshole
hairs.