From Whom I've been Built, to Him I Turn Around...

I remember a very gorgeous moment of my life. In the very middle of my holiday -- a year ago -- waiting for my very first college attendance, I found a couple works--poem words to be specific-- of Charles Bukowski. An american poetry and novelis that much of his works have been influenced influencing people. For the next week, I found myself infatuated of him. Diction, rhyme, loneliness, or even the dark-side of his poems never been really a better one for me, maybe I've been goosebumps!

And it was my natural bad-habit that I can't maintain time well, I suddenly forgot him...Well, I won't make any excuse but the routine of college-life caused it all. For today, I suddenly found a name that glance in my head like a blink of an eye, I remember Charles! I begin to read and the feeling was the same as year ago, ahhh I am happy so badly. All is well by the time I read quiet clean girls in gingham dress...

all I've ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,
madwomen. I see men with quiet,
gentle women ­ I see them in the supermarkets,
I see them walking down the streets together,
I see them in their apartments: people at
peace, living together. I know that their
peace is only partial, but there is
peace, often hours and days of peace.

all I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,
whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.

when one leaves
another arrives
worse than her predecessor.

I see so many men with quiet clean girls in
gingham dresses
girls with faces that are not wolverine or
predatory.

"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my
few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."

"you couldn't stand a good woman, Bukowski."

I need a good woman. I need a good woman
more than I need this typewriter, more than
I need my automobile, more than I need
Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I
can taste her in the air, I can feel her
at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built
for her feet to walk upon,
I can see pillows for her head,
I can feel my waiting laughter,
I can see her petting a cat,
I can see her sleeping,
I can see her slippers on the floor.

I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?

but yes, I've already got my own good woman, Charles!...thanks to you Andy