Prayer for a whore in bad weather by Charles bukowski

  1. “by God, I don’t know what to do.
  2. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
  3. and looking at the cock very seriously
  4. twisting it tweaking it examining each portion
  5. as their long hair drops along your belly.
  6. it’s not the fucking and sucking alone that reaches into a man and softens him,
  7. it’s the extras, it’s all the extras.
  8. now it’s raining tonight and there’s nobody about. they are elsewhere
  9. examining things in new bedrooms in new moods or maybe in old bedrooms.
  10. anyhow, it’s raining tonight, one hell of a dashing, pouring rain . . . very little to do.
  11. I’ve read the newspaper paid the gas bill the electric co. the phone bill.
  12. It keeps raining.
  13. they soften a man and then let him swim in his own juices.
  14. I need an old-fashioned whore at the door tonight folding her green umbrella,
  15. drops of moonlit rain on her purse, saying, “shit, man, you can get better music than that on your radio . . . and turn up the heat . . .
  16. it’s always when a man’s horny with love and everything else
  17. that it just keeps raining splattering vomiting rain
  18. good for the trees and the grass and the air . . . good for things that can live alone.
  19. I would give anything for a female’s hand on my balls tonight. they get to a man and then leave him listening to the rain.”
  20. - Charles bukowski