Bukowski as you like it

(mismo disclaimer de la semana pasada)

trapped

don't undress my love
you might find a mannequin;
don't undress the mannequin
you might find
my love

he's long ago
forgotten me.

he's trying on a new
hat
and looks more the
coquette
than ever.

he is a
child
and a mannequin
and
death.

I can't hate
that.

he didn't do
anything unusual.

I only wanted him
to.