Love is a Dog From Hell Sandra is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown she's always high in heels spirit pills booze Sandra leans out of her chair leans toward Glendale I wait for her head to hit the closet doorknob as she attempts to light a new cigarette on an almost burnt-out one at 32 she likes young neat unscratched boys with faces like the bottoms of new saucers she has proclaimed as much to me has brought her prizes over for me to view: silent blonde zeros of young flesh who a) sit b) stand c) talk at her command sometimes she brings one sometimes two sometimes three for me to view Sandra looks very good in long gowns Sandra could probably break a man's heart I hope she finds one. Love is a Dog From Hell . Copyright © by Charles Bukowski. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Love Is a Dog from Hell: Poems, 1974-1977 by Charles Bukowski All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
